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Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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



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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