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In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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



HER BROTHER'S CIGARETTE.








Like raven's wings her locks of jet,
Her soft eyes touched with fond regret,
Doubt and desire her mind beset,
Fondling her brother's cigarette.

Roses with dewy diamonds set,
Drooped o'er the window's parapet;
With grace she turned a match to get,
And lit her brother's cigarette.

Her puffs of smoky violet
Twined in fantastic silhouette;
She blushed, laughed, coughed a little, yet,
She smoked her brother's cigarette.

Her eyes with briny tears were wet,
Her bang grew limp beneath its net,
Her brow was gemmed with beaded sweat,
And to her bed she went, you bet.

ANON.





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