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Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

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

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

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



HENRY FIELDING.








Friend of my youth, companion of my later days.
What needs my Muse to sing thy various praise?
In country or in town, on land or sea,
The weed is still delightful company.
In joy or sorrow, grief or racking pain,
We fly to thee for solace once again.
Delicious plant, by all the world consumed,
'Tis pity thou, like man, to ashes too art doom'd.

ANON.




Tobacco, some say, is a potent narcotic,
That rules half the world in a way quite despotic;
So, to punish him well for his wicked and merry tricks,
We'll burn him forthwith, as they used to do heretics.





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