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Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

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



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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