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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...



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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