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...