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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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



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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