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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...



CANNON SONG.








And it has turned since you and I
Set out to face the world alone;
And, in a garret near the sky,
Had scarce a crust to call our own,
But many a banquet, Barmecide;
And many a dream of hope divine,
Lie buried in the moaning tide,
That drowns the past, old pipe of mine!

But prosing isn't quite the thing,
And so, I guess, I'll give it up:
Just wait a moment while I sing;
We'll have another parting cup,
And then to bed. The stars are low;
Yon sickly moon has ceased to shine;
So here she goes, and off we go
To Slumberland, old pipe of mine!

JOHN J. GORMLEY.





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