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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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



INVOCATION TO TOBACCO.








Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth,
Killer of dulness, parent of mirth,
Come in the sad hour, come in the gay,
Appear in the night, or in the day,--
Still thou art welcome as June's blooming rose,
Joy of the palate, delight of the nose.

Weed of the green field, weed of the wild,
Fostered in freedom, America's child,
Come in Virginia, come in Havana,
Friend of the universe, sweeter than manna,--
Still thou art welcome, rich, fragrant, and ripe,
Pride of the tube-case, delight of the pipe.

Weed of the savage, weed of each pole,
Comforting, soothing, philosophy's soul,
Come in the snuff-box, come in cigar,
In Strasburgh and King's, come from afar,--
Still thou art welcome, the purest, the best,
Joy of earth's millions, forever carest.

HENRY JAMES MELLEN.





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