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"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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



A WINTER EVENING HYMN TO MY FIRE.








Nicotia, dearer to the Muse
Than all the grape's bewildering juice,
We worship, unforbid of thee;
And as her incense floats and curls
In airy spires and wayward whirls,
Or poises on its tremulous stalk
A flower of frailest reverie,
So winds and loiters, idly free,
The current of unguided talk,
Now laughter-rippled, and now caught
In smooth dark pools of deeper thought
Meanwhile thou mellowest every word,
A sweetly unobtrusive third;
For thou hast magic beyond wine
To unlock natures each to each;
The unspoken thought thou canst divine;
Thou fill'st the pauses of the speech
With whispers that to dreamland reach,
And frozen fancy-springs unchain
In Arctic outskirts of the brain.
Sun of all inmost confidences,
To thy rays doth the heart unclose
Its formal calyx of pretences,
That close against rude day's offences,
And open its shy midnight rose!

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.





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