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My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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