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Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...



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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