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The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

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

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



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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