Smoking Poems

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...