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Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...



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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