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Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...



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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Previous: THOSE ASHES.



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