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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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



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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