Smoking Poems

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

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

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