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

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

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

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

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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



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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