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The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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

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

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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



A SYMPHONY IN SMOKE.








A pretty, piquant, pouting pet,
Who likes to muse and take her ease,
She loves to smoke a cigarette;

To dream in silken hammockette,
And sing and swing beneath the trees,
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet.

Her Christian name is Violet;
Her eyes are blue as summer skies;
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

As calm as babe in bassinette,
She swingeth in the summer breeze,
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet.

She ponders o'er a novelette;
Her parasol is Japanese;
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

She loves a fume without a fret;
Her frills are white, her frock _cerise_,--
A pretty, pouting, piquant pet.

She almost goes to sleep, and yet,
Half-lulled by booming honey-bees,
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

A winsome, clever, cool coquette,
Who flouts all Grundian decrees,--
pretty, pouting, piquant pet,
That loves to smoke a cigarette.

_Harper's Bazaar_.




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