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The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

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

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

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



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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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