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Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...



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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