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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...



SHE.








The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint!
Around my pretty, cherished book,
The odor vile, the noisome taint
Of horrid, stale tobacco-smoke
Yet lingers!
The hateful man, my book to spoil!
Patrick, the tongs--lest I should soil
My fingers!

This lovely rose, these lilies frail,
These violets he has sent to me
The odor of his pipe exhale!
Am I to blame that I should be
Enraged?
Tell Mr. Simpson every time
He calls upon me, Patrick, I'm
Engaged!

ARTHUR LOVELL.





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