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

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...



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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