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Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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Previous: THOSE ASHES.



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