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Smoking Poems

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...



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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