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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...



A SYMPHONY IN SMOKE.








A pretty, piquant, pouting pet,
Who likes to muse and take her ease,
She loves to smoke a cigarette;

To dream in silken hammockette,
And sing and swing beneath the trees,
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet.

Her Christian name is Violet;
Her eyes are blue as summer skies;
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

As calm as babe in bassinette,
She swingeth in the summer breeze,
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet.

She ponders o'er a novelette;
Her parasol is Japanese;
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

She loves a fume without a fret;
Her frills are white, her frock _cerise_,--
A pretty, pouting, piquant pet.

She almost goes to sleep, and yet,
Half-lulled by booming honey-bees,
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

A winsome, clever, cool coquette,
Who flouts all Grundian decrees,--
pretty, pouting, piquant pet,
That loves to smoke a cigarette.

_Harper's Bazaar_.





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