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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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



SUBLIME TOBACCO.








But here the herald of the self-same mouth
Came breathing o'er the aromatic South,
Not like a "bed of violets" on the gale,
But such as wafts its cloud o'er grog or ale,
Borne from a short, frail pipe, which yet had blown
Its gentle odors over either zone,
And, puff'd where'er minds rise or waters roll,
Had wafted smoke from Portsmouth to the Pole,
Opposed its vapor as the lightning flash'd,
And reek'd, 'midst mountain billows unabashed,
To AEolus a constant sacrifice,
Through every change of all the varying skies.
And what was he who bore it? I may err,
But deem him sailor or philosopher.
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west
Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest;
Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides
His hours, and rivals opiums and his brides;
Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand,
Though not less loved, in Wapping on the Strand;
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe,
When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;
Like other charmers, wooing the caress
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties,--give me a cigar!

LORD BYRON:

_The Island, Canto ii., Stanza 19._





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