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Smoking Poems

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

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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



CONFESSION OF A CIGAR SMOKER.








I owe to smoking, more or less,
Through life the whole of my success;
With my cigar I'm sage and wise,--
Without, I'm dull as cloudy skies.

When smoking, all my ideas soar,
When not, they sink upon the floor.
The greatest men have all been smokers,
And so were all the greatest jokers.
Then ye who'd bid adieu to care,
Come here and smoke it into air.

ANON.




Sir Walter Raleigh! name of worth,
How sweet for thee to know
King James, who never smoked on earth,
Is smoking down below.





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