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To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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