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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed 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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