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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...



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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