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Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...



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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