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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...



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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