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

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

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

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

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

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



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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