Smoking Poems

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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