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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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



A GOOD CIGAR.








Oh, 'tis well and enough,
A whiff or a puff
From the heart of a pipe to get;
And a dainty maid
Or a budding blade
May toy with the cigarette;
But a man, when the time
Of a glorious prime
Dawns forth like a morning star,
Wants the dark-brown bloom
And the sweet perfume
That go with a good cigar.

To lazily float
In a painted boat
On a shimmering morning sea,
Or to flirt with a maid
In the afternoon shade
Seems good enough sport to be;
But the evening hour,
With its subtle power,
Is sweeter and better far,
If joined to the joy,
Devoid of alloy,
That lurks in a good cigar.

When a blanket wet
Is solidly set
O'er hopes prematurely grown;
When ambition is tame,
And energy lame,
And the bloom from the fruit is blown;
When to dance and to dine
With women and wine
Past poverty pleasures are,--
A man's not bereft
Of all peace, if there's left
The joy of a good cigar.

NORRIS BULL.




A glass is good, and a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
The world is good, and the people are good,
And we're all good fellows together.

JOHN O'KEEFE: _Sprigs of Laurel_, Act ii. sc. i.




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