Smoking Poems

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...