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Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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



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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