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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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



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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