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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...



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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