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Smoking Poems

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...



TO SEE HER PIPE AWRY.








Betty bouncer kept a stall
At the corner of a street,
And she had a smile for all.
Many were the friends she'd greet
With kindly nod on passing by,
Who, smiling, saw her pipe awry.

Poor old lass! she loved her pipe,
A constant friend it seemed to be;
As she sold her apples ripe,
With an apple on each knee,
How she'd make the smoke-wreaths fly,
As I've watched her pipe awry!

Seasons came and seasons went,
Only changing Betty's store;
Youngsters with her always spent
Their little all and wished they'd more:
Timidly with upturned eye
Staring at her pipe awry.

Bet was always at her post
Early morn or even late;
Ginger beer or chestnut roast,
Served she as she sat in state,
On two bushel-baskets high;
You should have seen her pipe awry!

Little care old Betty had,
She quietly jogged on her way;
Never did her face look sad.
Although she fumed the livelong day.
Guiltless seemed she of a sigh.
I never saw her pipe her eye!

C.F.





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