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

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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 ...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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



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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