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

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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...

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...



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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