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A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

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



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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