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Smoking Poems

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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


What's my love's name? Guess her name.
Nina? No.
Alina? No.
It does end with "ina," though.
Guess again. Christina? No;
Guess again. Wilhelmina? No.
She reciprocates my flame,
Cheers me wheresoe'er I go,
Never forward, never coy,
She is evermore my joy.
Oh, the rapture! oh, the bliss!
When I met my darling's kiss.
Oh, I love her form to greet!
Oh, her breath is passing sweet!
Who could help but love her so?
Nicotina, mistress mine,
Thou shall be my Valentine.




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