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The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...



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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