Smoking Poems

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...