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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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