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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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


I've been in love some scores of times,
With Amy, Nellie, Katie, Mary--
To name them all would stretch my rhymes
From here as far as Demerary.

But each has wed some other man,--
Girls always do, I find, in real life,--
And I am left alone to scan
The horizon of my own ideal life.

I still survive. I was, I think,
Not born to run in double harness;
I did not shirk my food and drink
When Nellie married Harry Carnice.

But I am wedded to my pipe!
That faithful friend, nought can provoke it;
Should it grow cold, I gently wipe
Its mouth, then fill it, light, and smoke it.

But it is sweet to kiss; and I
Should love to kiss a wife and pet her--
She scolds? Straight to my pipe I fly;
Her scowls through fragrant smoke look better.

There's merry Maud--with her I'd dare
To brave the matrimonial ocean;
_She_ would not pout or fret, but wear
A constant smile of sweet devotion.

How know I that she will not change,
My wishes at defiance set? Oh!
(Pray this in smallest type arrange)
She smokes--at times--a cigareto.




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