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Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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