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My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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



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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