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

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

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...



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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