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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....



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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