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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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; ...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

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



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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