Smoking Poems

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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