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A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...



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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