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On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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



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_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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