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Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...



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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