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In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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



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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