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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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



TO MY MEERSCHAUM.








There's a charm in the sun-crested hills,
In the quivering light of a star,
In the flash of a silvery rill,
Yet to me thou art lovelier far,
My Meerschaum!

There's a love in her witching dark eye,
There's a love in her tresses at play,
Yet her love would be worth not a sigh,
If from thee she could lure me away,
My Meerschaum!

Let revellers sing of their wine,
As they toss it in ecstasy down,
But the bowl I call for is thine,
With its deepening amber and brown,
My Meerschaum!

For when trouble would bid me despair,
I call for a flagon of beer,
And puff a defiance to care,
Till sorrows in smoke disappear,
My Meerschaum!

Though mid pleasures unnumbered I whirl,
Though I traverse the billowy sea,
Yet the waving and beautiful curl
Of thy smoke's ever dearer to me,
My Meerschaum!

P.D.R.





Next: OLD PIPE OF MINE.

Previous: MAECENAS BIDS HIS FRIEND TO DINE.



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 2372