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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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



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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