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My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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



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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