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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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