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Smoking Poems

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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



HER BROTHER'S CIGARETTE.








Like raven's wings her locks of jet,
Her soft eyes touched with fond regret,
Doubt and desire her mind beset,
Fondling her brother's cigarette.

Roses with dewy diamonds set,
Drooped o'er the window's parapet;
With grace she turned a match to get,
And lit her brother's cigarette.

Her puffs of smoky violet
Twined in fantastic silhouette;
She blushed, laughed, coughed a little, yet,
She smoked her brother's cigarette.

Her eyes with briny tears were wet,
Her bang grew limp beneath its net,
Her brow was gemmed with beaded sweat,
And to her bed she went, you bet.

ANON.





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