Informational Site NetworkInformational Site Network
Privacy
 
   Home - Smoking Articles - History of Smoking - Poems about Smoking - Giving up Alcohol

Smoking Poems

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

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...



SWEET SMOKING PIPE.








Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove,
Companion still of my retreat,
Thou dost my gloomy thoughts remove,
And purge my brain with gentle heat.

Tobacco, charmer of my mind,
When, like the meteor's transient gleam.
Thy substance gone to air I find,
I think, alas, my life's the same!

What else but lighted dust am I?
Then shew'st me what my fate will be;
And when thy sinking ashes die,
I learn that I must end like thee.

ANON.





Next: CIGARETTE RINGS.

Previous: THE HAPPY SMOKING-GROUND.



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 2895