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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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



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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