Smoking Poems

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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