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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...



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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