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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...



TO THE REV. MR. NEWTON.








Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand
What the ladies and gentlemen see in your face,
That you are in fashion all over the land,
And I am so much fallen into disgrace.

"Do but see what a pretty contemplative air
I give to the company,--pray do but note 'em,--
You would think that the wise men of Greece were all there,
Or, at least, would suppose them the wise men of Gotham.

"My breath is as sweet as the breath of blown roses,
While you are a nuisance where'er you appear;
There is nothing but snivelling and blowing of noses,
Such a noise as turns any man's stomach to hear."

Then, lifting his lid in a delicate way,
And opening his mouth with a smile quite engaging.
The Box in reply was heard plainly to say,
"What a silly dispute is this we are Waging!

"If you have a little of merit to claim,
You may thank the sweet-smelling Virginian weed;
And I, if I seem to deserve any blame,
The before-mentioned drug in apology plead.

"Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own,
No room for a sneer, much less a cachinnus;
We are vehicles, not of tobacco alone,
But of anything else they may choose to put in us."

WM. COWPER.





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