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Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

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

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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



WRONGFELLOW.








I like cigars
Beneath the stars,
Upon the waters blue.
To laugh and float
While rocks the boat
Upon the waves,--Don't you?

To rest the oar
And float to shore,--
While soft the moonbeams shine,--
To laugh and joke,
And idly smoke;
I think is quite divine.

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.





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