Smoking Poems
The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love;
Canst aid me?...
The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears,
A glowing pipe my spirit ...
To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay!
'Tis thine to smooth l...
The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._"
Open the ...
The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort
In an old clay pipe, ...
My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved,
High...
To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._
The pipe came safe...
My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day,
And I was under twenty...
My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_.
To my sweet ciga...
Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes,
Your richest...
If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier.
The skies o...
The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed,
An earthen bowl, a st...
Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days.
Wh...
Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less,
Through life the whole...
Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS.
When th...
The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East,
There dw...
To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest,
Belov'd and ...
Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth
Came breath...
My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter,
I carry in my pocket:
...
"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the
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