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Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...



SIC TRANSIT.








Just a note that I found on my table,
By the bills of a year buried o'er,
In a feminine hand and requesting
My presence for tennis at four.

Half remorseful for leaving it lying
In surroundings unworthy as those,
I carefully dusted and smoothed it,
And mutely begged pardon of Rose.

But I thought with a smile of the proverb
Which says you may treat as you will
The vase which has once contained roses,
Their fragrance will cling to it still.

For the writer I scarcely remember,
The occasion has vanished afar,
And the fragrance that clings to the letter
Recalls--an Havana cigar.

W.B. ANDERSON.





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Previous: MY PIPE AND I.



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