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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

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

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

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...



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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