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A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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



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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