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A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...



MOTTO FOR A TOBACCO JAR.








Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid,
But woo the goddess through a yard of clay;
And soon you'll own she is the fairest maid
To stifle pain, and drive old Care away.
Nor deem it waste; what though to ash she burns,
If for your outlay you get good returns!





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