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

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...



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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