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Smoking Poems

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...



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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