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Smoking Poems

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...



THE PIPE YOU MAKE YOURSELF.








There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes as well,
There's plain pipes an' fancy pipes--things jes made to sell;
But any pipe that kin be bought fer marbles, chalk, or pelf,
Ain't ekal to the flaver of th' pipe you make yourself.

Jest take a common corn cob an' whittle out the middle,
Then plug up one end of it as tight as any fiddle;
Fit a stem into th' side an' lay her on th' shelf,
An' when she's dry you take her down, that pipe you made yourself.

Cram her full clar to th' brim with nachral leaf, you bet--
'T will smoke a trifle better for bein' somewhat wet--
Take your worms and fishin' pole, and a jug along for health,
An' you'll get a taste o' heaven from that pipe you made yourself.

There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes as well,
There's plain pipes an' fancy pipes--things jes made to sell;
But any pipe that kin be bought for marbles, chalk, or pelf,
Ain't ekal to th' flayer of the pipe you make yourself.

HENRY E. BROWN.





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