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

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

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

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...



INGIN SUMMER.








Jest about the time when Fall
Gits to rattlin' in the trees,
An' the man thet knows it all,
'Spicions frost in every breeze,
When a person tells hisse'f
Thet the leaves look mighty thin,
Then thar blows a meller breaf!
Ingin summer's hyere agin.

Kind-uh smoky-lookin' blues
Spins acrost the mountain-side,
An' the heavy mornin' dews
Greens the grass up far an' wide,
Natur' raly 'pears as ef
She wuz layin' off a day,--
Sort-uh drorin in her breaf
'Fore she freezes up to stay.

Nary lick o' work I strike,
'Long about this time of year!
I'm a sort-uh slowly like,
Right when Ingin summer's here.
Wife and boys kin do the work;
But a man with natchel wit,
Like I got, kin 'ford to shirk,
Ef he has a turn for it.

Time when grapes set in to ripe,
All I ast off any man
Is a common co'n-cob pipe
With terbacker to my han';
Then jest loose me whar the air
Simmers 'crost me, wahm an' free!
Promised lands ull find me thar;
Wings ull fahly sprout on me!

I'm a loungin' 'round on thrones,
Bossin' worlds f'om shore to shore,
When I stretch my marrer-bones
Jest outside the cabin door!
An' the sunshine peepin' down
On my old head, bald an' gray,
'Pears right like the gilted crown,
I expect to w'ar some day.

EVA WILDER MCGLASSON.





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