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A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...



ANOTHER MATCH.








_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._


If love were dhudeen olden,
And I were like the weed,
Oh! we would live together
And love the jolly weather,
And bask in sunshine golden,
Rare pals of choicest breed;
If love were dhudeen olden,
And I were like the weed.

If you were oil essential,
And I were nicotine,
We'd hatch up wicked treason,
And spoil each smoker's reason,
Till he grew penitential,
And turned a bilious green;
If you were oil essential,
And I were nicotine.

If you were snuff, my darling,
And I, your love, the box.
We'd live and sneeze together,
Shut out from all the weather,
And anti-snuffers snarling,
In neckties orthodox;
If you were snuff, my darling,
And I, your love, the box.

If you were the aroma,
And I were simply smoke,
We'd skyward fly together,
As light as any feather;
And flying high as Homer,
His gray old ghost we'd choke;
If you were the aroma,
And I were simply smoke.

From _Cope's Tobacco Plant_.





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