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Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...



THE SMOKE TRAVELLER.








When I puff my cigarette,
Straight I see a Spanish girl,--
Mantilla, fan, coquettish curl,
Languid airs and dimpled face,
Calculating, fatal grace;
Hear a twittering serenade
Under lofty balcony played;
Queen at bull-fight, naught she cares
What her agile lover dares;
She can love and quick forget.

Let me but my meerschaum light,
I behold a bearded man,
Built upon capacious plan,
Sabre-slashed in war or duel,
Gruff of aspect, but not cruel,
Metaphysically muddled,
With strong beer a little fuddled,
Slow in love, and deep in books,
More sentimental than he looks,
Swears new friendships every night.

Let me my chibouk enkindle,--
In a tent I'm quick set down
With a Bedouin, lean and brown,
Plotting gain of merchandise,
Or perchance of robber prize;
Clumsy camel load upheaving,
Woman deftly carpet-weaving,
Meal of dates and bread and salt,
While in azure heavenly vault
Throbbing stars begin to dwindle.

Glowing coal in clay dudheen
Carries me to sweet Killarney,
Full of hypocritic blarney,--
Huts with babies, pigs, and hens
Mixed together, bogs and fens,
Shillalahs, praties, usquebaugh,
Tenants defying hated law,
Fair blue eyes with lashes black,
Eyes black and blue from cudgel-thwack,--
So fair, so foul, is Erin green.

My nargileh once inflamed,
Quick appears a Turk with turban,
Girt with guards in palace urban,
Or in house by summer sea
Slave-girls dancing languidly,
Bow-string, sack, and bastinado,
Black boats darting in the shadow;
Let things happen as they please,
Whether well or ill at ease,
Fate alone is blessed or blamed.

With my ancient calumet
I can raise a wigwam's smoke,
And the copper tribe invoke,--
Scalps and wampum, bows and knives,
Slender maidens, greasy wives,
Papoose hanging on a tree,
Chieftains squatting silently,
Feathers, beads, and hideous paint,
Medicine-man and wooden-saint,--
Forest-framed the vision set.

My cigar breeds many forms,--
Planter of the rich Havana
Mopping brow with sheer bandanna,
Russian prince in fur arrayed,
Paris fop on dress parade,
London swell just after dinner,
Wall Street broker--gambling sinner!
Delver in Nevada mine,
Scotch laird bawling "Auld Lang Syne."
Thus Raleigh's weed my fancy warms.

Life's review in smoke goes past,--
Fickle fortune, stubborn fate,
Right discovered all too late,
Beings loved and gone before,
Beings loved but friends no more,
Self-reproach and futile sighs,
Vanity in birth that dies,
Longing, heart-break, adoration,--
Nothing sure in expectation
Save ash-receiver at the last.

IRVING BROWNE.





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