Smoking Poems
A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff;
And 'tis pleasant en...
A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire,
I ne'er kn...
In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony
To fatten men like s...
To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face
Nestled lightly in a ...
To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall
At the corner of a street...
It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds
I've gathered too;
But even weeds...
My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_.
To my sweet ciga...
Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...
Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less,
Through life the whole...
Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear,
The gods I need n...
The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._)
I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...
Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I
Set out to face th...
Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown,
Alone I puff my brie...
The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh,
Briton of the true...
If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier.
The skies o...
Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl,
As mist ...
What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream,
Upon the ...
Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours,
Full many a time 'twix...
The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip,
Clutched between the...
Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine.
A welcome waits you, a...