Smoking Poems

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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