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'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

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

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

I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...


In Rotten Row a cigarette
I sat and smoked, with no regret
For all the tumult that had been.
The distances were still and green,
And streaked with shadows cool and wet.

Two sweethearts on a bench were set,
Two birds among the boughs were met;
So love and song were heard and seen
In Rotten Row.

A horse or two there was to fret
The soundless sand; but work and debt,
Fair flowers and falling leaves between,
While clocks are chiming clear and keen,
A man may very well forget
In Rotten Row.



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