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Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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



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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