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Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...



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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