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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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 breath...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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



THE CIGAR.








Some sigh for this and that,
My wishes don't go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.

Some fret themselves to death
With Whig and Tory jar;
I don't care which is in,
So I have my cigar.

Sir John requests my vote,
And so does Mr. Marr;
I don't care how it goes,
So I have my cigar.

Some want a German row,
Some wish a Russian war;
I care not. I'm at peace
So I have my cigar.

I never see the "Post,"
I seldom read the "Star;"
The "Globe" I scarcely heed,
So I have my cigar.

Honors have come to men
My juniors at the Bar;
No matter--I can wait,
So I have my cigar.

Ambition frets me not;
A cab or glory's car
Are just the same to me,
So I have my cigar.

I worship no vain gods,
But serve the household Lar;
I'm sure to be at home,
So I have my cigar.

I do not seek for fame,
A general with a scar;
A private let me be,
So I have my cigar.

To have my choice among
The toys of life's bazaar,
The deuce may take them all
So I have my cigar.

Some minds are often tost
By tempests like a tar;
I always seem in port,
So I have my cigar.

The ardent flame of love,
My bosom cannot char,
I smoke but do not burn,
So I have my cigar.

They tell me Nancy Low
Has married Mr. R.;
The jilt! but I can live,
So I have my cigar.

THOMAS HOOD.





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