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Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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