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Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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



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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