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Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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