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

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...



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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