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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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



MY THREE LOVES.








When Life was all a summer day,
And I was under twenty,
Three loves were scattered in my way--
And three at once are plenty.
Three hearts, if offered with a grace,
One thinks not of refusing;
The task in this especial case
Was only that of choosing.
I knew not which to make my pet,--
My pipe, cigar, or cigarette.

To cheer my night or glad my day
My pipe was ever willing;
The meerschaum or the lowly clay
Alike repaid the filling.
Grown men delight in blowing clouds,
As boys in blowing bubbles,
Our cares to puff away in crowds
And vanish all our troubles.
My pipe I nearly made my pet,
Above cigar or cigarette.

A tiny paper, tightly rolled
About some Latakia,
Contains within its magic fold
A mighty _panacea_.
Some thought of sorrow or of strife
At ev'ry whiff will vanish;
And all the scenery of life
Turn picturesquely Spanish.
But still I could not quite forget
Cigar and pipe for cigarette.

To yield an after-dinner puff
O'er _demi-tasse_ and brandy,
No cigarettes are strong enough,
No pipes are ever handy.
However fine may be the feed,
It only moves my laughter
Unless a dry delicious weed
Appears a little after.
A prime cigar I firmly set
Above a pipe or cigarette.

But after all I try in vain
To fetter my opinion;
Since each upon my giddy brain
Has boasted a dominion.
Comparisons I'll not provoke,
Lest _all_ should be offended.
Let this discussion end in smoke
As many more have ended.
And each I'll make a special pet;
My pipe, cigar, and cigarette.

HENRY S. LEIGH.





Next: SMOKE IS THE FOOD OF LOVERS.

Previous: CHOOSING A WIFE BY A PIPE OF TOBACCO.



Add to Informational Site Network
Report
Privacy
ADD TO EBOOK


Viewed 3923