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My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...



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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