If we must die--let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursed lot. If we must die--oh, let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not b... Read more of If We Must Die at Martin Luther King.caInformational Site Network Informational
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If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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



ON A BROKEN PIPE.








Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form,
So late with living inspirations warm;
Type of all other creatures formed of clay--
What more than it for epitaph have they?





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