Superstitions.ca - Find thousands of old superstitions and urban legends taken from around the world divided into themed categories. Visit Superstitions.caInformational Site Network Informational
Privacy
   Home - Smoking Articles - History of Smoking - Poems about Smoking - Giving up Alcohol

Smoking Poems

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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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



THE SMOKER'S REVERIE.








(_OCTOBER._)


I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beechen tree,
With its leaves by the autumn made ripe;
While they cling to the stems like old age unto life,
I dream of the days when I'll rest from this strife,
And in peace smoke my brierwood pipe.

O my brierwood pipe!--of bright fancy the twin,
What a medley of forms you create;
Every puff of white smoke seems a vision as fair
As the poet's bright dream, and like dreams fades in air,
While the dreamer dreams on of his fate.

The fleecy white clouds that now float in the sky,
Form the visions I love most to see;
Fairy shapes that I saw in my boyhood's first dreams
Seem to beckon me on, while beyond them there gleams
A bright future, in waiting for me.

O my brierwood pipe! I ne'er loved thee as now,
As that fair form and face steal above;
See, she beckons me on to where roses are spread,
And she points to my fancy the bright land ahead,
Where the winds whisper nothing but love.

Oh, answer, my pipe, shall my dream be as fair
When it changes to dreams of the past?
When autumn's chill winds make this leaf look as sere
As the leaves on the beech-tree that shelters me here,
Will the tree's _heart_ be chilled by the blast?

While musing, around me has gathered a heap
Of the leaflets, all dying and dead;
And I see in my reverie plainly revealed
The slope of life's hill, in my boyhood concealed
By the forms that fair fancy had bred.

While I sit on the banks of the beautiful stream,
Picking roses that bloom by its side,
I know that the shallop will certainly come,
When the roses are withered, to carry me home,
And that life will go out with the tide.

O my brierwood pipe! may the heart be as light
When memory supplanteth the dream;
When the sun has gone down may the sunbeam remain,
And life's roses, though dead, all their fragrance retain,
Till they catch at Eternity's gleam.

ANON.





Next: A BRIEF PUFF OF SMOKE.

Previous: EPITAPH



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 2851