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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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



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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