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Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...



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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