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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...



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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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Previous: A PIPE OF TOBACCO.



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