Home Made Cookies.ca - 5000+ Recipes, 15+ Cookbooks. Ultimate Recipe Source. Visit Home Made Cookies.caInformational Site Network Informational
Privacy
   Home - Smoking Articles - History of Smoking - Poems about Smoking - Giving up Alcohol

Smoking Poems

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...



SUBLIME TOBACCO.








But here the herald of the self-same mouth
Came breathing o'er the aromatic South,
Not like a "bed of violets" on the gale,
But such as wafts its cloud o'er grog or ale,
Borne from a short, frail pipe, which yet had blown
Its gentle odors over either zone,
And, puff'd where'er minds rise or waters roll,
Had wafted smoke from Portsmouth to the Pole,
Opposed its vapor as the lightning flash'd,
And reek'd, 'midst mountain billows unabashed,
To AEolus a constant sacrifice,
Through every change of all the varying skies.
And what was he who bore it? I may err,
But deem him sailor or philosopher.
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west
Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest;
Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides
His hours, and rivals opiums and his brides;
Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand,
Though not less loved, in Wapping on the Strand;
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe,
When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;
Like other charmers, wooing the caress
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties,--give me a cigar!

LORD BYRON:

_The Island, Canto ii., Stanza 19._





Next: SMOKING AWAY.

Previous: THE DREAMER'S PIPE.



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 3026