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The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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



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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