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Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...



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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