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The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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



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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Previous: EDIFYING REFLECTIONS OF A TOBACCO-SMOKER.



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