Smoking Poems

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

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