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To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...



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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