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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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



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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