Smoking Poems

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...