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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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



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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