Long, long ago a farmer named Lenine lived in Boscean. He had but one son, Frank Lenine, who was indulged into waywardness by both his parents. In addition to the farm servants, there was one, a young girl, Nancy Trenoweth, who especially ... Read more of The Spectre Bridegroom at Scary Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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



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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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