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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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



THE SMOKER'S CALENDAR.








When January's cold appears,
A glowing pipe my spirit cheers;
And still it glads the length'ning day
'Neath February's milder sway.
When March's keener winds succeed,
What charms me like the burning weed
When April mounts the solar car,
I join him, puffing a cigar;
And May, so beautiful and bright,
Still finds the pleasing weed a-light.
To balmy zephyrs it gives zest
When June in gayest livery's drest.
Through July, Flora's offspring smile,
But still Nicotia's can beguile;
And August, when its fruits are ripe,
Matures my pleasure in a pipe.
September finds me in the garden,
Communing with a long churchwarden.
Even in the wane of dull October
I smoke my pipe and sip my "robar."
November's soaking show'rs require
The smoking pipe and blazing fire.
The darkest day in drear December's--
That's lighted by their glowing embers.

ANON.





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