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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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



OLD PIPE OF MINE.








Companion of my lonely hours,
Full many a time 'twixt night and morn
Thy muse hath roamed through poesy's bowers
Upon thy fragrant pinions borne.
Let others seek the bliss that reigns
In homage paid at beauty's shrine,
We envy not such foolish gains,
In sweet content, old pipe of mine.

Ah! you have been a travelled pipe;
But now, of course, you're getting stale,
Just like myself, and rather ripe;
You've had your fill of cakes and ale,
And half-forgotten memories, too.
And all the pensive thoughts that twine
Around a past that, _entre nous_,
Has pleasant been, old pipe of mine.

Old pipe of mine, for many a year
What boon companions we have been!
With here a smile and there a tear,
How many changes we have seen!
How many hearts have ceased to beat,
How many eyes have ceased to shine,
How many friends will never meet,
Since first we met, old pipe of mine!

Though here and there the road was deep,
And now and then the rain would fall;
We managed every time to keep
A sturdy forehead to them all!
And even when she left my side,
We didn't wait to fret or pine,
Oh, no; we said the world was wide,
And luck would turn, old pipe of mine!





Next: CANNON SONG.

Previous: TO MY MEERSCHAUM.



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 2503