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The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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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