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The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

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



THE BALLADE OF TOBACCO.








When verdant youth sees life afar,
And first sets out wild oats to sow,
He puffs a stiff and stark cigar,
And quaffs champagne of Mumm & Co.
He likes not smoking yet; but though
Tobacco makes him sick indeed,
Cigars and wine he can't forego,--
A slave is each man to the weed.

In time his tastes more dainty are
And delicate. Become a beau,
From out the country of the czar
He brings his cigarettes, and lo!
He sips the vintage of Bordeaux.
Thus keener relish shall succeed
The baser liking we outgrow,--
A slave is each man to the weed

When age and his own lucky star
To him perfected wisdom show,
The schooner glides across the bar,
And beer for him shall freely flow;
A pipe with genial warmth shall glow,
To which he turns in direst need,
To seek in smoke surcease of woe,--
A slave is each man to the weed.





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