Smoking Poems

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...