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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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



THE TRUE LEUCOTHOE.








Let others praise the god of wine,
Or Venus, love, and beauty's smile;
I choose a theme not less divine,--
The plant that grows in Cuba's Isle.

The old Greeks err'd who bound with bays
Apollo's brow; the verdant crown
He wore, when measuring their days,
Grew in the West, where he went down.

An idle tale they also told;
They said he gave them frankincense,
Borne by some tree he loved of old;
If so, he gave a mere pretence.

For the true offspring of his love--
Tobacco--grew far o'er the sea,
Where Leucothoe from above
Led him as honey leads the bee,

Till on that plant he paus'd to gaze
Some moments ere he held his way,
And cheer her with his warmest rays,
Heedless of time or length of day.

Then with a sigh his brows he wreath'd
With leaves that care and toil beguile,
And bless'd, as their perfume he breath'd,
The plant that grows in Cuba's Isle.

ANON.





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