The following is a spell that is also likely to be used by teens. This spell soften the heart of the person that is cast on. May be a teacher or a parent or a boss! Red Pen Blue Pen 10 cm x 10 cm paper green leaves Write name of person to so... Read more of To Soften a Heart at White Magic.caInformational Site Network Informational
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"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...



THE BALLAD OF THE PIPE.








Oh, give me but Virginia's weed,
An earthen bowl, a stem of reed,
What care I for the weather?
Though winter freeze and summer broil
We rest us from our days of toil
My Pipe and I together!

Like to a priest of sacred fane,
I nightly light the glow again
With reverence and pleasure;
For through this plain and modest bowl
I coax sweet mem'ry to my soul
And many trippings measure!

There's comfort in each puff of smoke,
Defiance to ill-fortune's stroke
And happiness forever!
There grows a volume full of thought
And humor, than the book you bought
Holds nothing half so clever!

The summer fragrance, all pent up
Among the leaves, is here sent up
In dreams of summer glory;
And these blue clouds that slowly rise
Were colored by the summer skies,
And tell a summer story.

And oh! the happiest, sweetest times
Come ringing all their silver chimes
Of merry songs and laughter;
And all that may be well and worth
For Mother Future to bring forth
I do imagine after.

What care I if my poor means
Clad not my walls with splendid scenes
And pictures by the masters;
Here in the curling smoke-wreath glow
Bold hills and lovely vales below,
And brooks with nodding asters.

All that on earth is fair and fine,
This fragrant magic makes it mine,
And gives me sole dominion;
And if you call me fanciful,
I only take a stronger pull,
And laugh at your opinion.

Let others fret and fume with care,
'Tis easy finding everywhere,
But happiness is rarer;
And if I find it sweet and ripe,
In this tobacco and my pipe,
I'll count it all the fairer.

Then give me but Virginia's weed,
An earthen bowl, a stem of reed,
What care I for the weather?
Though winter freeze, or summer broil
We rest us from the days of toil,
My Pipe and I together.

HERMANN RAVE.





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