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He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...



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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