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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...



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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Previous: A PIPE OF TOBACCO.



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