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The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

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

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



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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