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Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...



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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