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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...



SEASONABLE SWEETS.








"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS.


When the year is young, what sweets are flung
By the violets, hiding, dim,
And the lilac that sways her censers high,
Whilst the skylark chants a hymn!
How sweet is the scent of the daffodil bloom,
When blithe spring decks each spray,
And the flowering thorn sheds rare perfume
Through the beautiful month of May!
What a dainty pet is the mignonette,
Whose sweets wide scattered are!
But sweeter to me than all these yet
Is the scent of a prime cigar!

Delicious airs waft the fields of June,
When the beans are all in flower;
The woodruff is fragrant in the hedge,
And the woodbine in the bower.
Sweet eglantine doth her garlands twine
For the blithe hours as they run,
And balmily sighs the meadow-sweet,
That is all in love with the sun,
Whilst new-mown hay o'er the hedgerows gay
Flings odorous airs afar;
Yet sweeter than these on the passing breeze
Is the scent of a prime cigar.

When all the beauties of Flora's court
Smile on the gay parterre,
What glorious color, what exquisite form,
And dainty scents are there!
They bask in the beam, and bend by the stream,
Like beautiful nymphs at play,
Holding dew-pearls up in each nectar cup
To the glorious God of Day.
Oh, their lives are sweet, but all too brief,
And death doth their sweetness mar;
But fragrance fine is forever thine,
My well-beloved cigar!

C.





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