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An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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



"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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