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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Seasonable Sweets.

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

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

Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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



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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