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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...



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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