Smoking Poems

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...