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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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



CIGARS AND BEER.








Here
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit.
Alas!
They pass
Unheeded by;
And, as they fly,
I,
Being dry,
Sit idly sipping here
My beer.

Oh, finer far
Than fame or riches are
The graceful smoke-wreaths of this cigar!
Why
Should I
Weep, wail, or sigh?
What if luck has passed me by?
What if my hopes are dead,
My pleasures fled?
Have I not still
My fill
Of right good cheer,--
Cigars and beer?

Go, whining youth,
Forsooth!
Go, weep and wail,
Sigh and grow pale,
Weave melancholy rhymes
On the old times,
Whose joys like shadowy ghosts appear,--
But leave me to my beer!
Gold is dross,
Love is loss;
So, if I gulp my sorrows down,
Or see them drown
In foamy draughts of old nut-brown,
Then do I wear the crown
Without a cross!

GEORGE ARNOLD.





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