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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...



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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