There was once a grown-up lad in the County Leitrim, and he was strong and lively, and the son of a rich farmer. His father had plenty of money, and he did not spare it on the son. Accordingly, when the boy grew up he liked sport better ... Read more of Teig O'kane And The Corpse at Scary Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

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

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...



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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