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The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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



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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