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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...



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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