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Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...



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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