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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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



SHE.








The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint!
Around my pretty, cherished book,
The odor vile, the noisome taint
Of horrid, stale tobacco-smoke
Yet lingers!
The hateful man, my book to spoil!
Patrick, the tongs--lest I should soil
My fingers!

This lovely rose, these lilies frail,
These violets he has sent to me
The odor of his pipe exhale!
Am I to blame that I should be
Enraged?
Tell Mr. Simpson every time
He calls upon me, Patrick, I'm
Engaged!

ARTHUR LOVELL.





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