Smoking Poems

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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