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In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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



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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