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

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

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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



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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