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

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

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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



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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