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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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



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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