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The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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



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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