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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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



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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