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Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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



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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