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Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...



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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