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A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

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



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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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