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

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

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



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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