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The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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



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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