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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

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

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...



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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