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If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...



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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