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'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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



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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