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My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...



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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