Smoking Poems

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

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

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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