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Smoking Poems

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...



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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