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

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...



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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