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

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...



"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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