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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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