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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

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

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...



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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