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Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...



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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