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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...



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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