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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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



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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