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

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

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

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...



SIC TRANSIT.








Just a note that I found on my table,
By the bills of a year buried o'er,
In a feminine hand and requesting
My presence for tennis at four.

Half remorseful for leaving it lying
In surroundings unworthy as those,
I carefully dusted and smoothed it,
And mutely begged pardon of Rose.

But I thought with a smile of the proverb
Which says you may treat as you will
The vase which has once contained roses,
Their fragrance will cling to it still.

For the writer I scarcely remember,
The occasion has vanished afar,
And the fragrance that clings to the letter
Recalls--an Havana cigar.

W.B. ANDERSON.





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