Smoking Poems

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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