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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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



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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