Smoking Poems

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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...

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...