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Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...



MY FRIENDLY PIPE.








Let sybarites still dream delights
While smoking cigarettes,
Whose opiates get in their pates
Till waking brings regrets;
Oh, let them doze, devoid of woes,
Of troubles, and of frets.

And let the chap who loves to nap
With his cigar in hand
Pursue his way, and live his day,
As runs time's changing sand;
Let him delight by day and night
In his peculiar brand.

But as for me, I love to be
Provided with a pipe,--
A rare old bowl to warm my soul,
A meerschaum brown and ripe,--
With good plug cut, no stump or butt,
Nor filthy gutter-snipe.

My joys increase! It brings me peace
As nothing else can do;
From all the strife of daily life
Here my relief is true.
I watch its rings; it purrs and sings--
And then it's cheaper, too!

_Detroit Tribune_.





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