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

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



MY THREE LOVES.








When Life was all a summer day,
And I was under twenty,
Three loves were scattered in my way--
And three at once are plenty.
Three hearts, if offered with a grace,
One thinks not of refusing;
The task in this especial case
Was only that of choosing.
I knew not which to make my pet,--
My pipe, cigar, or cigarette.

To cheer my night or glad my day
My pipe was ever willing;
The meerschaum or the lowly clay
Alike repaid the filling.
Grown men delight in blowing clouds,
As boys in blowing bubbles,
Our cares to puff away in crowds
And vanish all our troubles.
My pipe I nearly made my pet,
Above cigar or cigarette.

A tiny paper, tightly rolled
About some Latakia,
Contains within its magic fold
A mighty _panacea_.
Some thought of sorrow or of strife
At ev'ry whiff will vanish;
And all the scenery of life
Turn picturesquely Spanish.
But still I could not quite forget
Cigar and pipe for cigarette.

To yield an after-dinner puff
O'er _demi-tasse_ and brandy,
No cigarettes are strong enough,
No pipes are ever handy.
However fine may be the feed,
It only moves my laughter
Unless a dry delicious weed
Appears a little after.
A prime cigar I firmly set
Above a pipe or cigarette.

But after all I try in vain
To fetter my opinion;
Since each upon my giddy brain
Has boasted a dominion.
Comparisons I'll not provoke,
Lest _all_ should be offended.
Let this discussion end in smoke
As many more have ended.
And each I'll make a special pet;
My pipe, cigar, and cigarette.

HENRY S. LEIGH.





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