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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...



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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