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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...



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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