Smoking Poems

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...