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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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



SMOKING AWAY.








Floating away like the fountains' spray,
Or the snow-white plume of a maiden,
The smoke-wreaths rise to the starlit skies
With blissful fragrance laden.

_Chorus._ Then smoke away till a golden ray
Lights up the dawn of the morrow,
For a cheerful cigar, like a shield, will bar,
The blows of care and sorrow.

The leaf burns bright, like the gems of light
That flash in the braids of Beauty;
It nerves each heart for the hero's part
On the battle-plain of duty.

In the thoughtful gloom of his darkened room,
Sits the child of song and story,
But his heart is light, for his pipe burns bright,
And his dreams are all of glory.

By the blazing fire sits the gray-haired sire,
And infant arras surround him;
And he smiles on all in that quaint old hall,
While the smoke-curls float around him.

In the forest grand of our native land,
When the savage conflict ended,
The "pipe of peace" brought a sweet release
From toil and terror blended.

The dark-eyed train of the maids of Spain
'Neath their arbor shades trip lightly,
And a gleaming cigar, like a new-born star,
In the clasp of their lips burns brightly

It warms the soul like the blushing bowl,
With its rose-red burden streaming,
And drowns it in bliss, like the first warm kiss
From the lips with love-buds teeming.

FRANCIS MILES FINCH.





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