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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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



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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