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Smoking Poems

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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



SWEET SMOKING PIPE.








Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove,
Companion still of my retreat,
Thou dost my gloomy thoughts remove,
And purge my brain with gentle heat.

Tobacco, charmer of my mind,
When, like the meteor's transient gleam.
Thy substance gone to air I find,
I think, alas, my life's the same!

What else but lighted dust am I?
Then shew'st me what my fate will be;
And when thy sinking ashes die,
I learn that I must end like thee.

ANON.





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