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Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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



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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