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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...



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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