Smoking Poems

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

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

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...