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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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



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_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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