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

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...



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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