... Read more of at Steel Making.caInformational Site Network Informational.ca
Privacy
   Home - Smoking Articles - History of Smoking - Poems about Smoking - Giving up Alcohol

Smoking Poems

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...



CANNON SONG.








And it has turned since you and I
Set out to face the world alone;
And, in a garret near the sky,
Had scarce a crust to call our own,
But many a banquet, Barmecide;
And many a dream of hope divine,
Lie buried in the moaning tide,
That drowns the past, old pipe of mine!

But prosing isn't quite the thing,
And so, I guess, I'll give it up:
Just wait a moment while I sing;
We'll have another parting cup,
And then to bed. The stars are low;
Yon sickly moon has ceased to shine;
So here she goes, and off we go
To Slumberland, old pipe of mine!

JOHN J. GORMLEY.





Next: CANNON SONG.
Previous: OLD PIPE OF MINE.


Add to del.icio.us Add to Reddit Add to Digg Add to Del.icio.us Add to Google Add to Furl Add to Stumble Upon
Add to Informational Site Network
Report
Privacy
SHAREBOOKMARK


Viewed 550