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Smoking Poems

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...



HER BROTHER'S CIGARETTE.








Like raven's wings her locks of jet,
Her soft eyes touched with fond regret,
Doubt and desire her mind beset,
Fondling her brother's cigarette.

Roses with dewy diamonds set,
Drooped o'er the window's parapet;
With grace she turned a match to get,
And lit her brother's cigarette.

Her puffs of smoky violet
Twined in fantastic silhouette;
She blushed, laughed, coughed a little, yet,
She smoked her brother's cigarette.

Her eyes with briny tears were wet,
Her bang grew limp beneath its net,
Her brow was gemmed with beaded sweat,
And to her bed she went, you bet.

ANON.





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