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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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...

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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



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).





Next: THE TRUE LEUCOTHOE.

Previous: TO THE REV. MR. NEWTON.



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