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

Smoking Poems

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

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



TOBACCO.








The Indian weed, withered quite,
Green at noon, cut down at night,
Shows thy decay; all flesh is hay,
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

The pipe that is so lily-white,
Shows thee to be a mortal wight;
And even such, gone with a touch,
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

And when the smoke ascends on high,
Thinke thou beholdst the vanity
Of worldly stuffe, gone with a puffe,
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

And when the pipe grows foul within,
Think on thy soule defil'd with sin,
And then the fire it doth require.
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

The ashes that are left behind,
May serve to put thee still in mind,
That unto dust return thou must.
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

GEORGE WITHER, 1620.





Next: VIRGINIA'S KINGLY PLANT.

Previous: CANNON SONG.



Add to Informational Site Network
Report
Privacy
ADD TO EBOOK


Viewed 4108