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Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

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

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

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 ...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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



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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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