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A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...



CIGARETTE RINGS.








How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night;
I'm too sleepy to read and too lazy to write;
So I'll watch the blue rings, as they eddy and twirl,
And in gossamer wreathings coquettishly curl.
In the stillness of night and the sparseness of chimes
There's a fleetness in fancy, a frolic in rhymes;
There's a world of romance that persistently clings
To the azurine curving of Cigarette Rings!

What a picture comes back from the passed-away times!
They are lounging once more 'neath the sweet-scented limes;
See how closely he watches the Queen of Coquettes,
As her white hands roll deftly those small cigarettes!
He believes in her smiles and puts faith in her sighs
While he's dazzled by light from her fathomless eyes.
Ah, the dearest of voices delightfully sings
Through the wind intertwining of Cigarette Rings!

How sweet was her song in the bright summer-time,
When winds whispered low 'neath the tremulous lime!
How sweet, too, that bunch of forget-me-nots blue--
The love he thought lasting, the words he thought true!
_Ah, the words of a woman concerning such things_
_Are weak and unstable as Cigarette Rings!_

J. ASHBY-STERRY.





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