Smoking Poems

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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