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Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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...

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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



A GOOD CIGAR.








Oh, 'tis well and enough,
A whiff or a puff
From the heart of a pipe to get;
And a dainty maid
Or a budding blade
May toy with the cigarette;
But a man, when the time
Of a glorious prime
Dawns forth like a morning star,
Wants the dark-brown bloom
And the sweet perfume
That go with a good cigar.

To lazily float
In a painted boat
On a shimmering morning sea,
Or to flirt with a maid
In the afternoon shade
Seems good enough sport to be;
But the evening hour,
With its subtle power,
Is sweeter and better far,
If joined to the joy,
Devoid of alloy,
That lurks in a good cigar.

When a blanket wet
Is solidly set
O'er hopes prematurely grown;
When ambition is tame,
And energy lame,
And the bloom from the fruit is blown;
When to dance and to dine
With women and wine
Past poverty pleasures are,--
A man's not bereft
Of all peace, if there's left
The joy of a good cigar.

NORRIS BULL.




A glass is good, and a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
The world is good, and the people are good,
And we're all good fellows together.

JOHN O'KEEFE: _Sprigs of Laurel_, Act ii. sc. i.





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