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Smoking Poems

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

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

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

My Cigarette.

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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


When verdant youth sees life afar,
And first sets out wild oats to sow,
He puffs a stiff and stark cigar,
And quaffs champagne of Mumm & Co.
He likes not smoking yet; but though
Tobacco makes him sick indeed,
Cigars and wine he can't forego,--
A slave is each man to the weed.

In time his tastes more dainty are
And delicate. Become a beau,
From out the country of the czar
He brings his cigarettes, and lo!
He sips the vintage of Bordeaux.
Thus keener relish shall succeed
The baser liking we outgrow,--
A slave is each man to the weed

When age and his own lucky star
To him perfected wisdom show,
The schooner glides across the bar,
And beer for him shall freely flow;
A pipe with genial warmth shall glow,
To which he turns in direst need,
To seek in smoke surcease of woe,--
A slave is each man to the weed.

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