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Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...



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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