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Smoking Poems

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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



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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