Smoking Poems

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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