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Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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



AD NICOTINA.








"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._"


Let others sing the praise of wine;
I'll tolerate no queen
But one fair nymph of spotless line,
The gentle Nicotine.
Her breath's as sweet as any flower's,
No matter where it blows,
And makes this dull old world of ours
The color of the rose.

There's not a pang but she can soothe,
Nor spell but she can break,
And e'en the hardest lot can smooth,
And bid us courage take.
Fair Nicotine! thou dost atone
For many an aching heart;
And I for one will gladly own
The magic of thine art.

Ah, "friendly traitress," "loving foe,"
Forgive this loving lay;
For I, thy worshipper, would show
The sweetness of thy sway.
"Sublime tobacco!" may thy reign
Ne'er for one moment cease;
For thou, Great Plant, art kin to brain,
And synonym for peace.

E.H.S.





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