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Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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