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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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



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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