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Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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



MY CIGARETTE.








Ma pauvre petite,
My little sweet,
Why do you cry?
Why this small tear,
So pure and clear,
In each blue eye?

"My cigarette--
I 'm smoking yet?"
(I'll be discreet.)
I toss it, see,
Away from me
Into the street.

You see I do
All things for you.
Come, let us sup.
(But, oh, what joy
To be that boy
Who picked it up.)

TOM HALL.





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