Smoking Poems

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

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

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...