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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

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

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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



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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