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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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



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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