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The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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



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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