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The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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