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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...



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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