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

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

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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