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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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



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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