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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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