Smoking Poems

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...