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The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...



MY MEERSCHAUMS.








Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved,
High carved and plain, dark-hued and creamy,
Slim tubes for cigarettes reserved,
And stout ones for Havanas dreamy.

This cricket, on an amber spear
Impaled, recalls that golden weather
When love and I, too young to fear
Heartburn, smoked cigarettes together.

And even now--too old to take
The little papered shams for flavor--
I light it oft for her sweet sake
Who gave it, with her girlish favor.

And here's the mighty student bowl
Whose tutoring in and after college
Has led me nearer wisdom's goal
Than all I learned of text-book knowledge.

"It taught me?" Ay, to hold my tongue,
To keep a-light, and yet burn slowly,
To break ill spells around me flung
As with the enchanted whiff of Moly.

This nargileh, whose hue betrays
Perique from soft Louisiana,
In Egypt once beguiled the days
Of Tewfik's dreamy-eyed Sultana.

Speaking of color,--do you know
A maid with eyes as darkly splendid
As are the hues that, rich and slow,
On this Hungarian bowl have blended?

Can artist paint the fiery glints
Of this quaint finger here beside it,
With amber nail,--the lustrous tints,
A thousand Partagas have dyed it?

"And this old silver patched affair?"
Well, sir, that meerschaum has its reasons
For showing marks of time and wear;
For in its smoke through fifty seasons

My grandsire blew his cares away!
And then, when done with life's sojourning,
At seventy-five dropped dead one day,
That pipe between his set teeth burning!

"Killed him?" No doubt! it's apt to kill
In fifty year's incessant using--
Some twenty pipes a day. And still,
On that ripe, well-filled, lifetime musing,

I envy oft so bright a part,--
To live as long as life's a treasure;
To die of--not an aching heart,
But--half a century of pleasure!

Well, well! I'm boring you, no doubt;
How these old memories will undo one--
I see you've let your weed go out;
That's wrong! Here, light yourself a new one!

CHARLES F. LUMMIS.





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