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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...



"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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