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To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...



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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