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Smoking Poems

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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



CONFESSION OF A CIGAR SMOKER.








I owe to smoking, more or less,
Through life the whole of my success;
With my cigar I'm sage and wise,--
Without, I'm dull as cloudy skies.

When smoking, all my ideas soar,
When not, they sink upon the floor.
The greatest men have all been smokers,
And so were all the greatest jokers.
Then ye who'd bid adieu to care,
Come here and smoke it into air.

ANON.




Sir Walter Raleigh! name of worth,
How sweet for thee to know
King James, who never smoked on earth,
Is smoking down below.




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