Smoking Poems

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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