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The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...



KNICKERBOCKER.








Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker,
Help me sing of Knickerbocker!
Boughton, had you bid me chant
Hymns to Peter Stuyvesant,
Had you bid me sing of Wouter,
He, the onion head, the doubter!
But to rhyme of this one--Mocker!
Who shall rhyme to Knickerbocker?
Nay, but where my hand must fail,
There the more shall yours avail;
You shall take your brush and paint
All that ring of figures quaint,--
All those Rip Van Winkle jokers,
All those solid-looking smokers,
Pulling at their pipes of amber,
In the dark-beamed Council Chamber.

Only art like yours can touch
Shapes so dignified--and Dutch;
Only art like yours can show
How the pine logs gleam and glow,
Till the firelight laughs and passes
'Twixt the tankards and the glasses,
Touching with responsive graces
All those grave Batavian faces,
Making bland and beatific
All that session soporific.

Then I come and write beneath:
Boughton, he deserves the wreath;
He can give us form and hue--
This the Muse can never do!

AUSTIN DOBSON.





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