Smoking Poems
A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books,
The glutton...
A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_."
'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...
A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part
From those we love an...
The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._"
Open the ...
Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl,
As mist ...
The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed,
An earthen bowl, a st...
Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan,
The pacha in his pala...
An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,
An...
Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe,
That now I clutch within my gripe,
...
Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend,
Come, and thy ...
Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum,
For the vile street organ...
A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse
Straight confound my stammeri...
Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two
Together long had dwel...
The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears,
A glowing pipe my spirit ...
Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit
In a dull old unde...
The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar,
And first sets ou...
A Warning.
HE.
I loathe all books. I hate to see
The world a...
What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream,
Upon the ...
To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest,
Belov'd and ...
The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine,
Or Venus, love, a...