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

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

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

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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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