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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...



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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