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On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

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

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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

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



CONFESSION OF A CIGAR SMOKER.








I owe to smoking, more or less,
Through life the whole of my success;
With my cigar I'm sage and wise,--
Without, I'm dull as cloudy skies.

When smoking, all my ideas soar,
When not, they sink upon the floor.
The greatest men have all been smokers,
And so were all the greatest jokers.
Then ye who'd bid adieu to care,
Come here and smoke it into air.

ANON.




Sir Walter Raleigh! name of worth,
How sweet for thee to know
King James, who never smoked on earth,
Is smoking down below.





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