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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

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

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



THE DREAMER'S PIPE.








Meerschaum, thing with amber tip,
Clutched between the dreamer's lip,
Fragrant odors from thy bowl
Mingling with the dreamer's soul;
Curling wreaths of smoke ascending,
Comfort sweet with incense blending.
Joy and peace and solace sending
To the dreamer's heart.

Fashioned like a satyr's head,
Crowned with fire, glowing red,
Quaintly carved and softly sleek
As Afric maiden's downy cheek.
Comrade of each idle hour
In forest shade or leafy bower;
Lotus-eaters from thy power
Ne'er can break apart.

Darkly colored from long use
With tobacco's balmy juice
From snowy white to ebon turned
By the incense daily burned.
Laid at night within thy case
Of velvet soft--thy resting place--
Whence with leering, stained face
Daily thou must start,--

To soothe the dreamer's every care,
To glow and burn and fill the air
With thy curling perfume rare:
As thou charmest gloom away,
With the dreamer rest for aye
Friend of youth, and manhood ripe
All hail to thee, thou meerschaum pipe!

_New Orleans Times Democrat._





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