Smoking Poems

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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