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Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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...

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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



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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