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

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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



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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