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He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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



EPITAPH








_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OVER HER
GRAVE._


Let no cold marble o'er my body rise--
But only earth above, and sunny skies.
Thus would I lowly lie in peaceful rest,
Nursing the Herb Divine from out my breast.
Green let it grow above this clay of mine,
Deriving strength from strength that I resign.
So in the days to come, when I'm beyond
This fickle life, will come my lovers fond,
And gazing on the plant, their grief restrain
In whispering, "Lo! dear Anna blooms again!"





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