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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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



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_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OVER HER
GRAVE._


Let no cold marble o'er my body rise--
But only earth above, and sunny skies.
Thus would I lowly lie in peaceful rest,
Nursing the Herb Divine from out my breast.
Green let it grow above this clay of mine,
Deriving strength from strength that I resign.
So in the days to come, when I'm beyond
This fickle life, will come my lovers fond,
And gazing on the plant, their grief restrain
In whispering, "Lo! dear Anna blooms again!"




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