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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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 ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...



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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