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Poem
December 28, 1804
Berkeley And Jefferson Intelligencer
Martinsburg, Berkeley County, Virginia
What is this article about?
A lyrical tribute to a cigar ('segar') as a comforting antidote to sorrow, toil, strife, discontent, and despair, offering solace during cares or evening tranquility, with its smoke hiding future evils until it fades, leading to lighting another.
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TO A SEGAR.
SWEET antidote to sorrow, toil and strife,
Charm against discontent and wrinkled care
Who knows thy power can never know despair
Who knows thee not one solace lacks of life.
When cares oppress, or when the busy world-day
Gives place to tranquil eve, a single puff
Can drive e'en want and lassitude away,
And give a mourner happiness enough.
From thee, when curling clouds of incense
They hide each evil that in prospect lies
But when in evanescence fades thy smoke.
Ah what! dear sedative, my cares shall smother
If thou evaporate? the charm is broke
Till I, drawing taper, light another.
SWEET antidote to sorrow, toil and strife,
Charm against discontent and wrinkled care
Who knows thy power can never know despair
Who knows thee not one solace lacks of life.
When cares oppress, or when the busy world-day
Gives place to tranquil eve, a single puff
Can drive e'en want and lassitude away,
And give a mourner happiness enough.
From thee, when curling clouds of incense
They hide each evil that in prospect lies
But when in evanescence fades thy smoke.
Ah what! dear sedative, my cares shall smother
If thou evaporate? the charm is broke
Till I, drawing taper, light another.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What keywords are associated?
To A Segar
Cigar Ode
Smoking Solace
Antidote Sorrow
Puff Happiness
Incense Clouds
Poem Details
Title
To A Segar
Subject
To A Segar
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
Sweet Antidote To Sorrow, Toil And Strife,
Charm Against Discontent And Wrinkled Care
Who Knows Thy Power Can Never Know Despair
Who Knows Thee Not One Solace Lacks Of Life.
Ah What! Dear Sedative, My Cares Shall Smother