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Smoking Poems

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

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

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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



EPITAPH








_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OVER HER
GRAVE._


Let no cold marble o'er my body rise--
But only earth above, and sunny skies.
Thus would I lowly lie in peaceful rest,
Nursing the Herb Divine from out my breast.
Green let it grow above this clay of mine,
Deriving strength from strength that I resign.
So in the days to come, when I'm beyond
This fickle life, will come my lovers fond,
And gazing on the plant, their grief restrain
In whispering, "Lo! dear Anna blooms again!"





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