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To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...



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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