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

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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

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



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.





Next: MY MEERSCHAUMS.

Previous: THOSE ASHES.



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