Smoking Poems

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

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

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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