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Smoking Poems

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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



THOSE ASHES.








Up to the frescoed ceiling
The smoke of my cigarette
In a sinuous spray is reeling,
Forming flower and minaret.

What delicious landscape floating
On perfumed wings I see;
Pale swans I am idly noting,
And queens robed in filagree.

I see such delicious faces
As ne'er man saw before,
And my fancy fondly chases
Sweet maids on a fairy shore.

Now to bits my air-castle crashes,
And those pictures I see no more;
My grandmother yells: "Them ashes--
Don't drop them on the floor!"

R.K. MUNKITTRICK.





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