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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...



A WARNING.








HE.

I loathe all books. I hate to see
The world and men through others' eyes;
My own are good enough for me.
These scribbling fellows I despise;
They bore me.
I used to try to read a bit,
But, when I did, a sleepy fit
Came o'er me.

Yet here I sit with pensive look,
Filling my pipe with fragrant loads,
Gazing in rapture at a book!--
A free translation of the Odes
Of Horace.
'Tis owned by sweet Elizabeth,
And breathes a subtle, fragrant breath
Of orris.

I longed for something that was hers
To cheer me when I'm feeling low;
I saw this book of paltry verse,
And asked to take it home--and so
She lent it.
I love her deep and tenderly,
Yet dare not tell my love, lest she
Resent it.

I'll learn to quote a stanza here,
A couplet there. I'm very sure
'Twould aid my suit could I appear
_Au fait_ in books and literature.
I'll do it!
This jingle I can quickly learn;
Then, hid in roses, I'll return
Her poet!





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