Smoking Poems

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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