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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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



MAECENAS BIDS HIS FRIEND TO DINE.








I beg you come to-night and dine.
A welcome waits you, and sound wine,--
The Roederer chilly to a charm,
As Juno's breath the claret warm,
The sherry of an ancient brand.
No Persian pomp, you understand,--
A soup, a fish, two meats, and then
A salad fit for aldermen
(When aldermen, alas the days!
Were really worth their _mayonnaise_);
A dish of grapes whose clusters won
Their bronze in Carolinian sun;
Next, cheese--for you the Neufchatel,
A bit of Cheshire likes me well;
Cafe au lait or coffee black,
With Kirsch or Kuemmel or cognac
(The German band in Irving Place
By this time purple in the face);
Cigars and pipes. These being through,
Friends shall drop in, a very few--
Shakespeare and Milton, and no more.
When these are guests I bolt the door,
With "Not at home" to any one
Excepting Alfred Tennyson.

ANON.





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