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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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



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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