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On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

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

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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



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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