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My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...



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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