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

by Unknown

And smirk with high-born dames who doubt:

Thy flames are quenched, thy fires are out,

And sinking into smoke.

"Better," said Johnson, great in name,

"It were, when poets droop in fame,

To see smoke brighten into flame,

Than flames sink into smoke."

SELIM: Eclectic Magazine.

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