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Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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



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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