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To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...



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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