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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...



THE FARMER'S PIPE.








Make a picture, dreamy smoke,
In my still and cosey room;
From the fading past evoke
Forms that breathe of summer's bloom.

Bashful Will and rosy Nell--
Ah, I watch them now at play
By the mossy wayside well
As I did twelve years to-day.

We were younger then, my pipe:
You are dingy now and worn;
And my fruit is more than ripe,
And my fields are brown and shorn.

Nell has merry eyes of blue,
And is timid, pure, and mild;
Will is fair and brave and true,
And a neighboring farmer's child.

Little maid is busy, too,
Making rare, fictitious pies,
Just as any wife would do,
Looking, meanwhile, wondrous wise.

Drawing water from the well,
Delving sand upon the hill,
Going here and there for Nell,--
That's her helpmate, willing Will.

Yonder, in the waning light,
Hand in hand the truants come,
Nell so fearful lest the night
Should fall around her far from home.

Fading, fading, skyward flies
This joy-picture you have limned;
Pipe of mine, the quiet skies
Of my life you leave undimmed.

Nell and Will are lovers now;
There they stray in dying light.
That's a kiss! Ah, well, somehow
Nell's no more afraid at night!

GEORGE COOPER.





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