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The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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



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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