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To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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