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To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...



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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