Smoking Poems

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

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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