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

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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



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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