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Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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



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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