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...