Smoking Poems

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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