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Smoking Poems

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...



THE SMOKER'S CALENDAR.








When January's cold appears,
A glowing pipe my spirit cheers;
And still it glads the length'ning day
'Neath February's milder sway.
When March's keener winds succeed,
What charms me like the burning weed
When April mounts the solar car,
I join him, puffing a cigar;
And May, so beautiful and bright,
Still finds the pleasing weed a-light.
To balmy zephyrs it gives zest
When June in gayest livery's drest.
Through July, Flora's offspring smile,
But still Nicotia's can beguile;
And August, when its fruits are ripe,
Matures my pleasure in a pipe.
September finds me in the garden,
Communing with a long churchwarden.
Even in the wane of dull October
I smoke my pipe and sip my "robar."
November's soaking show'rs require
The smoking pipe and blazing fire.
The darkest day in drear December's--
That's lighted by their glowing embers.

ANON.





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