Put a needle through the wick of a red candle and light it. Stare into the flame while concentrating on the love you lost and say: "Light of Venus, Light of Love, Burn in (Blank) 's heart, And return his/her love to me." ... Read more of RETURN LOVE SPELL at White Magic.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...



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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