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With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...



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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