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My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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



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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