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

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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...



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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