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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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



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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