Smoking Poems
Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two
Together long had dwel...
Cigars And Beer.
Here
With my beer
I sit,
While g...
An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._
Luck, my dear Norton, still...
The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last
And pouch and ...
In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony
To fatten men like s...
Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum,
For the vile street organ...
An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight,
And...
Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth
Came breath...
Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown,
Alone I puff my brie...
The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times,
With Amy, Ne...
Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine.
A welcome waits you, a...
A Warning.
HE.
I loathe all books. I hate to see
The world a...
My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_.
To my sweet ciga...
A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part
From those we love an...
My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit
And feed in solitude...
Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_
Oh, muse! grant me the power
(I...
A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough,
A whiff or a puff
From th...
The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love;
Canst aid me?...
Latakia.
I.
When all the panes are hung with frost,
Wild wiz...
Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life;
By thee I mean to choose...