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The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...



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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