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Smoking Poems

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...



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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