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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

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

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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