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The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...



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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