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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

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

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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



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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