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With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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



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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