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Smoking Poems

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

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...



THE CIGAR.








Some sigh for this and that,
My wishes don't go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.

Some fret themselves to death
With Whig and Tory jar;
I don't care which is in,
So I have my cigar.

Sir John requests my vote,
And so does Mr. Marr;
I don't care how it goes,
So I have my cigar.

Some want a German row,
Some wish a Russian war;
I care not. I'm at peace
So I have my cigar.

I never see the "Post,"
I seldom read the "Star;"
The "Globe" I scarcely heed,
So I have my cigar.

Honors have come to men
My juniors at the Bar;
No matter--I can wait,
So I have my cigar.

Ambition frets me not;
A cab or glory's car
Are just the same to me,
So I have my cigar.

I worship no vain gods,
But serve the household Lar;
I'm sure to be at home,
So I have my cigar.

I do not seek for fame,
A general with a scar;
A private let me be,
So I have my cigar.

To have my choice among
The toys of life's bazaar,
The deuce may take them all
So I have my cigar.

Some minds are often tost
By tempests like a tar;
I always seem in port,
So I have my cigar.

The ardent flame of love,
My bosom cannot char,
I smoke but do not burn,
So I have my cigar.

They tell me Nancy Low
Has married Mr. R.;
The jilt! but I can live,
So I have my cigar.

THOMAS HOOD.





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