I It was with a little alarm and a good deal of pleasurable excitement that I looked forward to my first grown-up visit to Mervyn Grange. I had been there several times as a child, but never since I was twelve years old, and now I was o... Read more of The Closed Cabinet at Mystery Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...



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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