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Smoking Poems

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...



SMOKING SONG.








With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl,
As mist from the waterfall given,
Or the locks that float round beauty's throat
In the whispering air of even.

_Chorus_. Then drown the fears of the coming years,
And the dread of change before us;
The way is sweet to our willing feet,
With the smoke-wreaths twining o'er us.

As the light beams through the ringlets blue,
Will hope beam through our sorrow,
While the gathering wreath of the smoke we breathe
Shuts out the fear of to-morrow.

A magic charm in the evening calm
Calls thought from mem'ry's treasure;
But clear and bright in the liquid light
Are the smoke-called dreams of pleasure.

Then who shall chide, with boasting pride,
Delights they ne'er have tasted?
Oh, let them smile while we beguile
The hour with joys they've wasted.

_College Song._





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