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Smoking Poems

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...



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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