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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...



ODE TO TOBACCO.








Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend,
Come, and thy suppliant attend
In each dull, lonely hour;
And though misfortunes lie around,
Thicker than hailstones on the ground,
I'll rest upon thy power.
Then while the coxcomb, pert and proud,
The politician, learned and loud,
Keep one eternal clack,
I'll tread where silent Nature smiles,
Where Solitude our woe beguiles,
And chew thee, dear Tobac.

DANIEL WEBSTER.





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