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Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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



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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