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

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

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

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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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