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Smoking Poems

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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



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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