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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

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

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



ACROSTIC.








To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles,
O'er cankered care bring radiant smiles,
Best gift of Love to mortals given!
At once the bud and bliss of Heaven!
Crownless are kings uncrowned by thee;
Content the serf in thy sweet liberty,
O charm of life! O foe to misery!

J.H.





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