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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

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

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...



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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