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Smoking Poems

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...



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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