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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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