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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...



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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