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The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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



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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