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

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

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...



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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