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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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



THE DUET.








I was smoking a cigarette;
Maud, my wife, and the tenor, McKey,
Were singing together a blithe duet,
And days it were better I should forget
Came suddenly back to me,--
Days when life seemed a gay masque ball,
And to love and be loved was the sum of it all.

As they sang together, the whole scene fled,
The room's rich hangings, the sweet home air,
Stately Maud, with her proud blond head,
And I seemed to see in her place instead
A wealth of blue-black hair,
And a face, ah! your face--yours, Lisette;
A face it were wiser I should forget.

We were back--well, no matter when or where;
But you remember, I know, Lisette.
I saw you, dainty and debonair,
With the very same look that you used to wear
In the days I should forget.
And your lips, as red as the vintage we quaffed,
Were pearl-edged bumpers of wine when you laughed.

Two small slippers with big rosettes
Peeped out under your kilt-skirt there,
While we sat smoking our cigarettes
(Oh, I shall be dust when my heart forgets!)
And singing that self-same air:
And between the verses, for interlude,
I kissed your throat and your shoulders nude.

You were so full of a subtle fire,
You were so warm and so sweet, Lisette;
You were everything men admire;
And there were no fetters to make us tire,
For you were--a pretty grisette.
But you loved as only such natures can,
With a love that makes heaven or hell for a man.

They have ceased singing that old duet,
Stately Maud and the tenor, McKey.
"You are burning your coat with your cigarette,
And _qu'avez vous_, dearest, your lids are wet,"
Maud says, as she leans o'er me.
And I smile, and lie to her, husband-wise,
"Oh, it is nothing but smoke in my eyes."

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.





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