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The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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



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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