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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...



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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