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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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



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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