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

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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 ...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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



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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