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

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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...



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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