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

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...



A BACHELOR'S SOLILOQUY.








I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire,
I ne'er knew the Benedict's yoke;
I worship a fairy-like, fanciful form,
That goes up the chimney in smoke.

I sit in my dressing-gowned slipperful ease,
Without wife or bairns to provoke,
And puff at my pipe, while my hopes and my fears
All go up the chimney in smoke.

I sit with my pipe, and my heart's lonesome care
I try, but all vainly, to choke.
Ah, me! but I find that the flame that Love lights
Won't go up the chimney in smoke.

_Cigar and Tobacco World_, London.





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