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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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



TO MY MEERSCHAUM.








There's a charm in the sun-crested hills,
In the quivering light of a star,
In the flash of a silvery rill,
Yet to me thou art lovelier far,
My Meerschaum!

There's a love in her witching dark eye,
There's a love in her tresses at play,
Yet her love would be worth not a sigh,
If from thee she could lure me away,
My Meerschaum!

Let revellers sing of their wine,
As they toss it in ecstasy down,
But the bowl I call for is thine,
With its deepening amber and brown,
My Meerschaum!

For when trouble would bid me despair,
I call for a flagon of beer,
And puff a defiance to care,
Till sorrows in smoke disappear,
My Meerschaum!

Though mid pleasures unnumbered I whirl,
Though I traverse the billowy sea,
Yet the waving and beautiful curl
Of thy smoke's ever dearer to me,
My Meerschaum!

P.D.R.





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