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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...



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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