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Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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