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

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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



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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