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Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...



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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