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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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



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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