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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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



TWO OTHER HEARTS.








Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manly face,
As he pressed her to his bosom in a fervent, fond embrace.
No cost of others' happiness found place within his thought;
The weakness of life's brittle thread no dim forebodings brought.

But tenderer than the light of love, more brittle than life's
thread,
The shrouds that wrapped two other hearts gave up their withered
dead;
For, crumbling in his waistcoat, their glowing future dashed,
Two excellent Havanas were very badly smashed.

_London Tobacco_.





Next: THE SMOKE TRAVELLER.

Previous: PERNICIOUS WEED!



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 2878