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

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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



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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