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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...



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!"





Next: THE SMOKER'S REVERIE.

Previous: A PIPE OF TOBACCO.



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