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

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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



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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