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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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



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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