VIEW THE MOBILE VERSION of www.giveup.ca Informational Site Network Informational
Privacy
   Home - Smoking Articles - History of Smoking - Poems about Smoking - Giving up Alcohol

Smoking Poems

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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



CHIBOUQUE.








At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan,
The pacha in his palace lolls at ease;
Latakieh fumes his sensual palate please,
While round-limbed almees dance near his divan.

Slaves lure away _ennui_ with flowers and fan;
And as his gem-tipped chibouque glows, he sees,
In dreamy trance, those marvellous mysteries
The prophet sings of in the Al-Koran!

Pale, dusk-eyed girls, with sequin-studded hair,
Dart through the opal clouds like agile deer,
With sensuous curves his fancy to provoke,--
Delicious houris, ravishing and fair,
Who to his vague and drowsy mind appear
Like fragrant phantoms arabesqued in smoke!

FRANCIS S. SALTUS.





Next: IN ROTTEN ROW.

Previous: THE PIPE YOU MAKE YOURSELF.



Add to del.icio.us Add to Reddit Add to Digg Add to Del.icio.us Add to Google Add to Twitter Add to Stumble Upon
Add to Informational Site Network
Report
Privacy
SHAREADD TO EBOOK


Viewed 2317