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Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...


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!




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