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Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...



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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