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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...



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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