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

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

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

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

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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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