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A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

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

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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

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



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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