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Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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



PIPE AND TOBACCO.








When my pipe burns bright and clear,
The gods I need not envy here;
And as the smoke fades in the wind,
Our fleeting life it brings to mind.

Noble weed! that comforts life,
And art with calmest pleasures rife;
Heaven grant thee sunshine and warm rain,
And to thy planter health and gain.

Through thee, friend of my solitude,
With hope and patience I'm endued,
Deep sinks thy power within my heart,
And cares and sorrows all depart.

Then let non-smokers rail forever;
Shall their hard words true friends dissever?
Pleasure's too rare to cast away
My pipe, for what the railers say!

When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me,
When friends are fled, thy presence charms me;
If thou art full, though purse be bare,
I smoke, and cast away all care!

_German Folk Song._





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