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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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



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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