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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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



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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