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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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