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...