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An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

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



SMOKING SONG.








With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl,
As mist from the waterfall given,
Or the locks that float round beauty's throat
In the whispering air of even.

_Chorus_. Then drown the fears of the coming years,
And the dread of change before us;
The way is sweet to our willing feet,
With the smoke-wreaths twining o'er us.

As the light beams through the ringlets blue,
Will hope beam through our sorrow,
While the gathering wreath of the smoke we breathe
Shuts out the fear of to-morrow.

A magic charm in the evening calm
Calls thought from mem'ry's treasure;
But clear and bright in the liquid light
Are the smoke-called dreams of pleasure.

Then who shall chide, with boasting pride,
Delights they ne'er have tasted?
Oh, let them smile while we beguile
The hour with joys they've wasted.

_College Song._





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