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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...



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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