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

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

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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