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To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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



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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