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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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



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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