A doctor and a bus driver are both in love with the same woman, an attractive girl named Sarah. The bus driver had to go on a long bustrip that would last a week. Before he left, he gave Sarah seven apples. Why? ... Read more of A doctor and a bus driver in love at Free Jokes.caInformational Site Network Informational
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My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...



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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