“Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe
When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;
Like other charmers, wooing the caress
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties—give me a cigar!”

— George Gordon Byron

The Island (1823), Canto II, Stanza 19.

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English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement 1788–1824

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