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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...



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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