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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...



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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