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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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



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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