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My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

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

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

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



WHAT I LIKE.








To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream,
Upon the grassy bank of some calm stream--
And smoke.

To climb with daring feet some rugged rock,
And sit aloft where gulls and curlews flock--
And smoke.

To wander lonely on the ocean's brink,
And of the good old times to muse and think--
And smoke.

To hide me in some deep and woody glen,
Far from unhealthy haunts of sordid men--
And smoke.

To linger in some fairy haunted vale,
While all about me falls the moonlight pale--
And smoke.

H.L.





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