While thinking of some source of heat (a fireplace, a bonfire, the sun etc.) chant (if you are of the fire element): "I am warm, I am fire, all this warmth, is my desire" (x13) If you are not of the fire element, chant: "I am warm warm a... Read more of Warmth Spell at White Magic.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

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

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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



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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