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My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...



A POET'S PIPE.








_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._


A poet's pipe am I,
And my Abyssinian tint
Is an unmistakable hint
That he lays me not often by.
When his soul is with grief o'erworn
I smoke like the cottage where
They are cooking the evening fare
For the laborer's return.

I enfold and cradle his soul
In the vapors moving and blue
That mount from my fiery mouth;
And there is power in my bowl
To charm his spirit and soothe,
And heal his weariness too.

RICHARD HERNE SHEPHERD.





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