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Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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



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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