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Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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



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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