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A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...



TOBACCO.








Let poets rhyme of what they will,
Youth, Beauty, Love, or Glory, still
My theme shall be Tobacco!
Hail, weed, eclipsing every flow'r,
Of thee I fain would make my bow'r,
When fortune frowns, or tempests low'r,
Mild comforter of woe!

They say in truth an angel's foot
First brought to life thy precious root,
The source of every pleasure!
Descending from the skies he press'd
With hallowed touch Earth's yielding breast;
Forth sprang the plant, and then was bless'd,
As man's chief treasure!

Throughout the world who knows thee not?
Of palace and of lowly cot
The universal guest,--
The friend of Gentile, Turk, and Jew,
To all a stay, to none untrue,
The balm that can our ills subdue,
And soothe us into rest!

With thee the poor man can abide
Oppression, want, the scorn of pride,
The curse of penury.
Companion of his lonely state,
He is no longer desolate,
And still can brave an adverse fate
With honest worth and thee!

All honor to the patriot bold
Who brought, instead of promised gold,
Thy leaf to Britain's shore.
It cost him life; but thou shalt raise
A cloud of fragrance to his praise,
And bards shall hail in deathless lays
The valiant knight of yore.

Ay, Raleigh! thou wilt live till Time
Shall ring his last oblivious chime,
The fruitful theme of story;
And man in ages hence shall tell
How greatness, virtue, wisdom, fell,
When England sounded out thy knell,
And dimmed her ancient glory.

And thou, O plant! shalt keep his name
Unwithered in the scroll of fame,
And teach us to remember;
He gave with thee content and peace,
Bestow'd on life a longer lease,
And bidding every trouble cease,
Made summer of December.

THOMAS JONES.





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