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A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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



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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