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Smoking Poems

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

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

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



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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