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Smoking Poems

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...



HENRY FIELDING.








Friend of my youth, companion of my later days.
What needs my Muse to sing thy various praise?
In country or in town, on land or sea,
The weed is still delightful company.
In joy or sorrow, grief or racking pain,
We fly to thee for solace once again.
Delicious plant, by all the world consumed,
'Tis pity thou, like man, to ashes too art doom'd.

ANON.




Tobacco, some say, is a potent narcotic,
That rules half the world in a way quite despotic;
So, to punish him well for his wicked and merry tricks,
We'll burn him forthwith, as they used to do heretics.





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