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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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



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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