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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

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

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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