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Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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



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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