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"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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



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.





Next: MY MEERSCHAUMS.

Previous: THOSE ASHES.



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