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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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



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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