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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...



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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