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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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



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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