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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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



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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