Smoking Poems

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

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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