Smoking Poems

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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