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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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



"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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