Smoking Poems

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

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

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

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...