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The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...



ENVOI.








Smokers, who doubt or con or pro,
And ye who dare to drink, take heed!
And see in smoke a friendly foe,--
A slave is each man to the weed.

BRANDER MATTHEWS.





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