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Smoking Poems

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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



MY CIGARETTE.








Ma pauvre petite,
My little sweet,
Why do you cry?
Why this small tear,
So pure and clear,
In each blue eye?

"My cigarette--
I 'm smoking yet?"
(I'll be discreet.)
I toss it, see,
Away from me
Into the street.

You see I do
All things for you.
Come, let us sup.
(But, oh, what joy
To be that boy
Who picked it up.)

TOM HALL.





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