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Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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



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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