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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

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



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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