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Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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


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.




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