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Smoking Poems

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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



"A FREE PUFF."








Do you remember when first we met?
I was turning twenty--well! I don't forget
How I walked along,
Humming a song
Across the fields and down the lane
By the country road, and back again
To the dear old farm--three miles or more--
And brought you home from the village store.

Summer was passing--don't you recall
The splendid harvest we had that Fall,
And how when the Autumn died,--sober and brown,--
We trudged down the turnpike, and on to the town?

Sweet black brierwood pipe of mine!
If you were human you'd be half divine,
For when I've looked beyond the smoke, into your burning bowl
In times of need
You've been, indeed,
The only comfort, sweetest solace, of my overflowing soul.
We've been together nearly thirty years, old fellow!
And now, you must admit, we're both a trifle mellow.
We have had our share of joys and a deal of sorrows,
And while we're only waiting for a few more to-morrows,
Others will come, and others will go,
And Time will gather what Youth will sow;
But we together will go down the rough
Road to the end, and to the end--puff.

ARTHUR IRVING GRAY.





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