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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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