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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...



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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