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Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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



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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