The uproarious merriment of a wedding-feast burst forth into the night from a brilliantly lighted house in the "gasse" (narrow street). It was one of those nights touched with the warmth of spring, but dark and full of soft mist. Most fitt... Read more of The Silent Woman at Scary Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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



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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