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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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



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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