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

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

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

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

The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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


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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