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Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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

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



THE LOST LOTUS.








'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East,
There dwelt a race whose softly flowing hours
Passed like the vision of a royal feast,
By Nero given in the Baian bowers;
Thanks to the lotus-blossom spell,
Their lives were one long miracle.

In after years the passing sons of men
Looked for those lotus blossoms all in vain,
Through every hillside, glade, and glen
And e'en the isles of many a main;
Yet through the centuries some doom,
Forbade them see the lotus bloom.

The Old World wearied of the long pursuit,
And called the sacred leaf a poet's theme,
When lo! the New World, rich in flower and fruit,
Revealed the lotus, lovelier than the dream
That races of the long past days did haunt,--
The green-leaved, amber-tipped tobacco plant.

ANON.





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