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Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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



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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