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Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...



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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