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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

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

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



A WINTER EVENING HYMN TO MY FIRE.








Nicotia, dearer to the Muse
Than all the grape's bewildering juice,
We worship, unforbid of thee;
And as her incense floats and curls
In airy spires and wayward whirls,
Or poises on its tremulous stalk
A flower of frailest reverie,
So winds and loiters, idly free,
The current of unguided talk,
Now laughter-rippled, and now caught
In smooth dark pools of deeper thought
Meanwhile thou mellowest every word,
A sweetly unobtrusive third;
For thou hast magic beyond wine
To unlock natures each to each;
The unspoken thought thou canst divine;
Thou fill'st the pauses of the speech
With whispers that to dreamland reach,
And frozen fancy-springs unchain
In Arctic outskirts of the brain.
Sun of all inmost confidences,
To thy rays doth the heart unclose
Its formal calyx of pretences,
That close against rude day's offences,
And open its shy midnight rose!

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.





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