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On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

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

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...



TO AN OLD PIPE.








Once your smoothly polished face
Nestled lightly in a case;
'Twas a jolly cosy place,
I surmise;

And a zealous subject blew
On your cheeks, until they grew
To the fascinating hue
Of her eyes.

Near a rusty-hilted sword,
Now upon my mantel-board,
Where my curios are stored,
You recline.

You were pleasant company when
By the scribbling of her pen
I was sent the ways of men
To repine.

Tell me truly (you were there
When she ceased that debonair
Correspondence and affair)
I suppose

That she laughed and smiled all day;
Or did gentle tear-drops stray
Down her charming _retroussee_
Little nose?

Where the sunbeams, coyly still,
Fall upon the mantel-sill,
You perpetually will
Silence woo;

And I fear that she herself,
By the little chubby elf.
Will be laid upon the shelf
Just as you.

DE WITT STERRY.





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