Smoking Poems

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

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

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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