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The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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



SMOKING SONG.








With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl,
As mist from the waterfall given,
Or the locks that float round beauty's throat
In the whispering air of even.

_Chorus_. Then drown the fears of the coming years,
And the dread of change before us;
The way is sweet to our willing feet,
With the smoke-wreaths twining o'er us.

As the light beams through the ringlets blue,
Will hope beam through our sorrow,
While the gathering wreath of the smoke we breathe
Shuts out the fear of to-morrow.

A magic charm in the evening calm
Calls thought from mem'ry's treasure;
But clear and bright in the liquid light
Are the smoke-called dreams of pleasure.

Then who shall chide, with boasting pride,
Delights they ne'er have tasted?
Oh, let them smile while we beguile
The hour with joys they've wasted.

_College Song._





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