Smoking Poems

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...