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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...



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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