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

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

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

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...



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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