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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...



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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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