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

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

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...



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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