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Smoking Poems

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...



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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