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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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



CIGARS AND BEER.








Here
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit.
Alas!
They pass
Unheeded by;
And, as they fly,
I,
Being dry,
Sit idly sipping here
My beer.

Oh, finer far
Than fame or riches are
The graceful smoke-wreaths of this cigar!
Why
Should I
Weep, wail, or sigh?
What if luck has passed me by?
What if my hopes are dead,
My pleasures fled?
Have I not still
My fill
Of right good cheer,--
Cigars and beer?

Go, whining youth,
Forsooth!
Go, weep and wail,
Sigh and grow pale,
Weave melancholy rhymes
On the old times,
Whose joys like shadowy ghosts appear,--
But leave me to my beer!
Gold is dross,
Love is loss;
So, if I gulp my sorrows down,
Or see them drown
In foamy draughts of old nut-brown,
Then do I wear the crown
Without a cross!

GEORGE ARNOLD.





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