Pipe and Pouch: The Smoker's Own Book of Poetry

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Joseph Knight Company, 1895 - 182 стор.
 

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Сторінка 112 - A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke; And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a Smoke.
Сторінка 104 - While their sorrow's at the height, Lose discrimination quite. And their hasty wrath let fall To appease their frantic gall, On the darling thing whatever Whence they feel it death to sever, Though it be, as they, perforce. Guiltless of the sad divorce. For I must (nor let it grieve thee, Friendliest of plants, that I must) leave thee. For thy sake, Tobacco, I Would do anything but die, And but seek to extend my days Long enough to sing thy praise.
Сторінка 73 - The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a sentence at a time enough ; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Then pause, and puff — and speak, and pause again. Such often, like the tube they so admire, Important triflers ! have more smoke than fire.
Сторінка 100 - A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO. MAY the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammering verse If I can a passage see In this word-perplexity, Or a fit expression find, Or a language to my mind, (Still the phrase is wide or scant) To take leave of thee, GREAT PLANT...
Сторінка 103 - Twas but in a sort I blamed thee ; None e'er prosper'd who defamed thee ; Irony all, and feign'd abuse, Such as perplex'd lovers use, At a need, when, in despair To paint forth their fairest fair, Or in part but to express That exceeding comeliness Which their fancies doth so strike, They borrow language of dislike ; And, instead of Dearest Miss...
Сторінка 148 - Though green at noon, cut down at night, Shows thy decay ; All flesh is hay, Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
Сторінка 103 - Friendly Trait'ress, loving Foe,— Not that she is truly so, But no other way they know A contentment to express, Borders so upon excess, That they do not rightly wot Whether it be pain or not.
Сторінка 162 - Grew round the stump," she loved me — that old sweetheart of mine! And again I feel the pressure of her slender little hand, ' As we used to talk together of the future we had planned : When I should be a poet, and, with nothing else to do, But write the tender verses that she set the music to ; When we should live together in a cozy little cot, Hid in a nest of roses, with a fairy...
Сторінка 135 - ... grow by slow degrees Brainless as chimpanzees, Meagre as lizards; Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards. Confound such knavish tricks! Yet know I five or six Smokers who freely mix Still with their neighbors ; Jones — (who, I'm glad to say, Asked leave of Mrs. J.

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