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My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

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

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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



TO SEE HER PIPE AWRY.








Betty bouncer kept a stall
At the corner of a street,
And she had a smile for all.
Many were the friends she'd greet
With kindly nod on passing by,
Who, smiling, saw her pipe awry.

Poor old lass! she loved her pipe,
A constant friend it seemed to be;
As she sold her apples ripe,
With an apple on each knee,
How she'd make the smoke-wreaths fly,
As I've watched her pipe awry!

Seasons came and seasons went,
Only changing Betty's store;
Youngsters with her always spent
Their little all and wished they'd more:
Timidly with upturned eye
Staring at her pipe awry.

Bet was always at her post
Early morn or even late;
Ginger beer or chestnut roast,
Served she as she sat in state,
On two bushel-baskets high;
You should have seen her pipe awry!

Little care old Betty had,
She quietly jogged on her way;
Never did her face look sad.
Although she fumed the livelong day.
Guiltless seemed she of a sigh.
I never saw her pipe her eye!

C.F.





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