Smoking Poems

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...