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My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...



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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