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A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

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



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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