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Smoking Poems

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

My Cigarette.

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...


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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