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A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...



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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