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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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



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I've been in love some scores of times,
With Amy, Nellie, Katie, Mary--
To name them all would stretch my rhymes
From here as far as Demerary.

But each has wed some other man,--
Girls always do, I find, in real life,--
And I am left alone to scan
The horizon of my own ideal life.

I still survive. I was, I think,
Not born to run in double harness;
I did not shirk my food and drink
When Nellie married Harry Carnice.

But I am wedded to my pipe!
That faithful friend, nought can provoke it;
Should it grow cold, I gently wipe
Its mouth, then fill it, light, and smoke it.

But it is sweet to kiss; and I
Should love to kiss a wife and pet her--
She scolds? Straight to my pipe I fly;
Her scowls through fragrant smoke look better.

There's merry Maud--with her I'd dare
To brave the matrimonial ocean;
_She_ would not pout or fret, but wear
A constant smile of sweet devotion.

How know I that she will not change,
My wishes at defiance set? Oh!
(Pray this in smallest type arrange)
She smokes--at times--a cigareto.

F.W. LITTLETON HAY.





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