This is the debt I pay Just for one riotous day, Years of regret and grief. Sorrow without relief. Pay it I will to the end-- Until the grave, my friend, Gives me a true release-- Gives me the clasp of peace. Slight was the thing I bou... Read more of The Debt at Martin Luther King.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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