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My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...



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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