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To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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



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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