Smoking Poems

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

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

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

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