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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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



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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