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Smoking Poems

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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



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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