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

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

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

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

'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 ...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

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



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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