Pipe and Pouch - The Smoker's Own Book of Poetry by Various
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But still professional enough.
Hock-cups breed hiccups; let us feel The god along our senses steel More nobly and without his reel. Each temperately 'baccy _plenus_, May no grim fate of doubtful genus E'er blow the smallest cloud between us. And as his gift I shall devote To fire, and o'er their ashes gloat,-- Let him do likewise with this note. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. [From "The Letters of James Russell Lowell." Copyright, 1893, by Harper & Brothers.] AN ENCOMIUM ON TOBACCO. Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And thus produce so rich a Margarite! It is the fountain whence all pleasure springs, A potion for imperial and mighty kings. |
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