Smoking Poems

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...