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Smoking Poems

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

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

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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...



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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