'Twas but a month ago to-day, 'Twixt the old year and the new, I laid my pipe and pouch away, No more to smoke or chew; To round my resolutions fair, And from all vices sever, I vowed I never more would swear, Not even hardly ever. I felt so lonesome-like, anon, While pining for a smoke, That, brooding all my grief upon, An oath was almost spoke; An oath! When I had just forsworn All words that vicious be! Nay, rather than be tempted more, Return, O pipe, to me! And pondering on the habit vile That threatened moral ruin, I drifted with a bitter smile Back to my pouch and chewin'; So, of my resolutions, two Have vanished in the air, The third shall stick my lifetime through, For, ——— me, I'll not swear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY EPITHALAMIUM by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE INCIDENT AT BRUGES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE FLITCH OF BACON: MY OLD COMPLAINT (ITS CAUSE AND CURE) by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH |