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Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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



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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