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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...



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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