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A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...



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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