Smoking Poems

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...