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A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...



"A FREE PUFF."








Do you remember when first we met?
I was turning twenty--well! I don't forget
How I walked along,
Humming a song
Across the fields and down the lane
By the country road, and back again
To the dear old farm--three miles or more--
And brought you home from the village store.

Summer was passing--don't you recall
The splendid harvest we had that Fall,
And how when the Autumn died,--sober and brown,--
We trudged down the turnpike, and on to the town?

Sweet black brierwood pipe of mine!
If you were human you'd be half divine,
For when I've looked beyond the smoke, into your burning bowl
In times of need
You've been, indeed,
The only comfort, sweetest solace, of my overflowing soul.
We've been together nearly thirty years, old fellow!
And now, you must admit, we're both a trifle mellow.
We have had our share of joys and a deal of sorrows,
And while we're only waiting for a few more to-morrows,
Others will come, and others will go,
And Time will gather what Youth will sow;
But we together will go down the rough
Road to the end, and to the end--puff.

ARTHUR IRVING GRAY.





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