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Smoking Poems

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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



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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