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The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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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