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Smoking Poems

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...


Tobacco's but an Indian weed,
Grows green at morn, cut down at eve;
It shows decay; we are but clay;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so lily white,
Wherein so many take delight,
Is broke with a touch,--man's life is such;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so foul within
Shows how man's soul is stained with sin,
And then the fire it doth require;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The ashes that are left behind
Do serve to put us all in mind
That unto dust return we must;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The smoke that does so high ascend
Shews us man's life must have an end;
The vapor's gone,--man's life is done;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

From "_Pills to Purge Melancholy_."



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