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Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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



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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