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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...



PERNICIOUS WEED!








The pipe, with solemn interposing puff,
Makes half a sentence at a time enough;
The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain,
Then pause and puff, and speak, and pause again.
Such often, like the tube they so admire,
Important triflers! have more smoke than fire.
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys,
Unfriendly to society's chief joys,
Thy worst effect is banishing for hours
The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

WILLIAM COWPER.





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