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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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



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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