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In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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



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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