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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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



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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