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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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