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A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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



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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