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A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...



MEERSCHAUM.








Come to me, O my meerschaum,
For the vile street organs play;
And the torture they're inflicting
Will vanish quite away.

I open my study window
And into the twilight peer,
And my anxious eyes are watching
For the man with my evening beer.

In one hand is the shining pewter,
All amber the ale doth glow;
In t'other are long "churchwardens,"
As spotless and pure as snow.

Ah! what would the world be to us
Tobaccoless?--Fearful bore!
We should dread the day after to-morrow
Worse than the day before.

As the elephant's trunk to the creature,
Is the pipe to the man, I trow;
Useful and meditative
As the cud to the peaceful cow.

So to the world is smoking;
Through that we feel, with bliss
That, whatever worlds come after,
A jolly old world is this.

Come to me, O my meerschaum,
And whisper to me here,
If you like me better than coffee,
Than grog, or the bitter beer.

Oh! what are our biggest winnings,
If peaceful content we miss?
Though fortune may give us an innings
She seldom conveys us bliss.

You're better than all the fortunes
That ever were made or broke;
For a penny will always fill
And buy me content with a smoke.





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