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Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...



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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