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The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...



A WARNING.








HE.

I loathe all books. I hate to see
The world and men through others' eyes;
My own are good enough for me.
These scribbling fellows I despise;
They bore me.
I used to try to read a bit,
But, when I did, a sleepy fit
Came o'er me.

Yet here I sit with pensive look,
Filling my pipe with fragrant loads,
Gazing in rapture at a book!--
A free translation of the Odes
Of Horace.
'Tis owned by sweet Elizabeth,
And breathes a subtle, fragrant breath
Of orris.

I longed for something that was hers
To cheer me when I'm feeling low;
I saw this book of paltry verse,
And asked to take it home--and so
She lent it.
I love her deep and tenderly,
Yet dare not tell my love, lest she
Resent it.

I'll learn to quote a stanza here,
A couplet there. I'm very sure
'Twould aid my suit could I appear
_Au fait_ in books and literature.
I'll do it!
This jingle I can quickly learn;
Then, hid in roses, I'll return
Her poet!





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