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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...



A LOSS.








How hard a thing it is to part
From those we love and cherish;
How deeply does it pain one's heart
To know all things must perish!

And when a friend and comrade dear
Is lost to us forever,
We feel how frail are all things here,
Since e'en best friends must sever.

I, too, have lost a friend, who broke
Its power when care was near me;
And troubles disappeared in smoke
When he was by to cheer me.

But as friends fall when valued most,
Like fruit that over-ripe is.
My loved companion I have lost,--
That friend my meerschaum pipe is!

_Judy_ (1873).





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