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Smoking Poems

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...



A BACHELOR'S VIEWS.








A pipe, a book,
A cosy nook,
A fire,--at least its embers;
A dog, a glass:--
'Tis thus we pass
Such hours as one remembers.

Who'd wish to wed?
Poor Cupid's dead
These thousand years, I wager.
The modern maid
Is but a jade,
Not worth the time to cage her.

In silken gown
To "take" the town
Her first and last ambition.
What good is she
To you or me
Who have but a "position"?

So let us drink
To her,--but think
Of him who has to keep her;
And _sans_ a wife
Let's spend our life
In bachelordom,--it's cheaper.

TOM HALL.





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