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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...



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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Previous: A WARNING.



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