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

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

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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



IT MAY BE WEEDS.








It may be weeds
I've gathered too;
But even weeds may be
As fragrant as
The fairest flower
With some sweet memory.

ANON.





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