Smoking Poems

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

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