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Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...



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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