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Smoking Poems

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...



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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