Smoking Poems

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

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