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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

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



WHAT I LIKE.








To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream,
Upon the grassy bank of some calm stream--
And smoke.

To climb with daring feet some rugged rock,
And sit aloft where gulls and curlews flock--
And smoke.

To wander lonely on the ocean's brink,
And of the good old times to muse and think--
And smoke.

To hide me in some deep and woody glen,
Far from unhealthy haunts of sordid men--
And smoke.

To linger in some fairy haunted vale,
While all about me falls the moonlight pale--
And smoke.

H.L.





Next: MY MEERSCHAUMS.

Previous: THOSE ASHES.



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 4909