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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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



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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