Smoking Poems

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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