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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...



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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