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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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



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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