Smoking Poems

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...