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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...



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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