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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...



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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