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

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

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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 an...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...



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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