Smoking Poems

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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