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Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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



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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