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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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



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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