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Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

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



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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