Smoking Poems

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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?...

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...