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The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

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

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

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



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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