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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

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



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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