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The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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



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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