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 An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

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

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



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 2278