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The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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



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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