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

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

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



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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