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The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...



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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