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

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...



IN WREATHS OF SMOKE.








In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise,
Faces of olden days uprise,
And in his dreamers revery
They haunt the smoker's brain, and he
Breathes for the past regretful sighs.

Mem'ries of maids, with azure eyes,
In dewy dells, 'neath June's soft skies,
Faces that more he'll only see
In wreaths of smoke.

Eheu, eheu! how fast Time flies,--
How youth-time passion droops and dies,
And all the countless visions flee!
How worn would all those faces be,
Were they not swathed in soft disguise
In wreaths of smoke!

FRANK NEWTON HOLMAN.





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