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Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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

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



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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