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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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



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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