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Poem
December 29, 1837
Burlington Free Press
Burlington, Chittenden County, Vermont
What is this article about?
A light-hearted poem extolling the virtues of the Spanish cigar as a superior leaf to the rose, portraying it as a faithful companion that provides solace from idleness, business, sorrow, and melancholy.
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THE SPANISH CIGAR
The poet may talk of the leaf of his rose,
And call it the fairest, and sweetest that grows,
But the best of all leaves that has ever been tried
Is the noble Tobacco leaf, rolled up and dried.
When the pin it envelopes is taken away,
And leaves a small passage to let the smoke play;
Then give it a name that is famous afar,
And the don of his tribe is the Spanish Cigar.
I've made it my guide, companion and friend
For I know 'twill be constant and bright to the end
Till its last breath is drawn, & its dust drops away
And wants only moistening to turn into clay
When tired of idleness, business, or play,
As each come in turn, I can smoke it away,
Or if sorrow, or trouble, embitter my cup,
My cigar set a burning will dry it all up.
When the vapors come o'er me, with jumpious pow'r
And the blue devils round me look frowning & sour
Then I give a long whiff & dismiss the whole crowd
Like the ghost of old Banquo, sent off in a cloud.
The poet may talk of the leaf of his rose,
And call it the fairest, and sweetest that grows,
But the best of all leaves that has ever been tried
Is the noble Tobacco leaf, rolled up and dried.
When the pin it envelopes is taken away,
And leaves a small passage to let the smoke play;
Then give it a name that is famous afar,
And the don of his tribe is the Spanish Cigar.
I've made it my guide, companion and friend
For I know 'twill be constant and bright to the end
Till its last breath is drawn, & its dust drops away
And wants only moistening to turn into clay
When tired of idleness, business, or play,
As each come in turn, I can smoke it away,
Or if sorrow, or trouble, embitter my cup,
My cigar set a burning will dry it all up.
When the vapors come o'er me, with jumpious pow'r
And the blue devils round me look frowning & sour
Then I give a long whiff & dismiss the whole crowd
Like the ghost of old Banquo, sent off in a cloud.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Song
What themes does it cover?
Friendship
What keywords are associated?
Spanish Cigar
Tobacco Leaf
Smoking Companion
Melancholy Relief
Constant Friend
Poem Details
Title
The Spanish Cigar
Subject
Praise Of The Spanish Cigar
Key Lines
The Poet May Talk Of The Leaf Of His Rose,
And Call It The Fairest, And Sweetest That Grows,
But The Best Of All Leaves That Has Ever Been Tried
Is The Noble Tobacco Leaf, Rolled Up And Dried.
I've Made It My Guide, Companion And Friend
For I Know 'Twill Be Constant And Bright To The End
Then I Give A Long Whiff & Dismiss The Whole Crowd
Like The Ghost Of Old Banquo, Sent Off In A Cloud.