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Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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



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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