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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...



MY PIPE.








When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me;
When friends are fled, thy presence charms me.
If thou art full, though purse be bare,
I smoke, and cast away all care!

_German Smoking Song._





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