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My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

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...



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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