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

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

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...



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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