Joseph Jacobs There was once upon a time a poor widow who had an only son named Jack, and a cow named Milky-white. And all they had to live on was the milk the cow gave every morning, which they carried to the market and sold. But one morn... Read more of JACK AND THE BEANSTALK at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational.ca
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A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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



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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