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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...



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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