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In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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



WHAT I LIKE.








To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream,
Upon the grassy bank of some calm stream--
And smoke.

To climb with daring feet some rugged rock,
And sit aloft where gulls and curlews flock--
And smoke.

To wander lonely on the ocean's brink,
And of the good old times to muse and think--
And smoke.

To hide me in some deep and woody glen,
Far from unhealthy haunts of sordid men--
And smoke.

To linger in some fairy haunted vale,
While all about me falls the moonlight pale--
And smoke.

H.L.





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Previous: THOSE ASHES.



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