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Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...



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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