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

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

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

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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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



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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