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Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...



TO A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest,
Belov'd and honored by the wise,
Come filled with honest "Weekly's best,"
And kindled from the lofty skies.

While round me clouds of incense roll,
With guiltless joys you charm the sense,
And nobler pleasure to the soul
In hints of moral truth dispense.

Soon as you feel th' enliv'ning ray,
To dust you hasten to return,
And teach me that my earliest day
Began to give me to the urn.

But though thy grosser substance sink
To dust, thy purer part aspires;
This when I see, I joy to think
That earth but half of me requires.

Like thee, myself am born to die,
Made half to rise, and half to fall.
Oh, could I, while my moments fly,
The bliss you give me give to all!

_Gentleman's Magazine_, July, 1745.




In the smoke of my dear cigarito
Cloud castles rise gorgeous and tall;
And Eros, divine muchachito,
With smiles hovers over it all.

But dreaming, forgetting to cherish
The fire at my lips as it dies,
The dream and the rapture must perish,
And Eros descend from the skies.

O wicked and false muchachito,
Your rapture I yet may recall;
But, like my re-lit cigarito,
A bitterness tinges it all.

CAMILLA K. VON K.





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