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A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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

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



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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