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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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