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A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...



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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