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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...



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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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