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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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



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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