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The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

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

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

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



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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