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Smoking Poems

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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



HOW IT ONCE WAS.








Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood,
Or rather, sat,
Drank beer in plenty, ate abundant food;
For they to ancient customs still were true,
And smoked, and smoked, because they surely knew
What they were at.

William the Testy ruled New Amsterdam,--
A tall man he,--
Whose rule was meant by him to be no sham,
But rather like the stern paternal style
That sways the city now. He made the while
A rough decree.

He ordered that the pipes should cease to smoke,
From that day on.
The people took the order as a joke;
They did not think, who smoked from childhood up,
That one man such delight would seek to stop,
Even in fun.

But when at last it dawned upon their minds
That this was meant,
They closed their houses, shut their window blinds,
Brought forth tobacco from their ample hoard,
And to the governor's house with one accord
The burghers went.

They carried chairs, and sat without a word
Before his porch,
And smoked, and smoked, and not a sound was heard,
Till Kieft came forth to take the morning air,
With speech that would have burned them then and there
If words could scorch.

But they, however savagely he spoke,
Made no reply.
Higher and thicker rose the clouds of smoke,
And Kieft, perceiving that they would be free
Tried not to put in force his harsh decree,
But let it die.

_New York Sun_.





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