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He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From 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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