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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...



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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