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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...



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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