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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...



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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