Smoking Poems

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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