Smoking Poems

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...