Smoking Poems

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

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

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