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Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...



INVOCATION TO TOBACCO.








Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth,
Killer of dulness, parent of mirth,
Come in the sad hour, come in the gay,
Appear in the night, or in the day,--
Still thou art welcome as June's blooming rose,
Joy of the palate, delight of the nose.

Weed of the green field, weed of the wild,
Fostered in freedom, America's child,
Come in Virginia, come in Havana,
Friend of the universe, sweeter than manna,--
Still thou art welcome, rich, fragrant, and ripe,
Pride of the tube-case, delight of the pipe.

Weed of the savage, weed of each pole,
Comforting, soothing, philosophy's soul,
Come in the snuff-box, come in cigar,
In Strasburgh and King's, come from afar,--
Still thou art welcome, the purest, the best,
Joy of earth's millions, forever carest.

HENRY JAMES MELLEN.





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