A FATHER had a family of sons who were perpetually quarreling among themselves. When he failed to heal their disputes by his exhortations, he determined to give them a practical illustration of the evils of disunion; and for this purpose he on... Read more of The Father and His Sons at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...



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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