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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...



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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