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To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...



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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