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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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



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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