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Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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



CANNON SONG.








And it has turned since you and I
Set out to face the world alone;
And, in a garret near the sky,
Had scarce a crust to call our own,
But many a banquet, Barmecide;
And many a dream of hope divine,
Lie buried in the moaning tide,
That drowns the past, old pipe of mine!

But prosing isn't quite the thing,
And so, I guess, I'll give it up:
Just wait a moment while I sing;
We'll have another parting cup,
And then to bed. The stars are low;
Yon sickly moon has ceased to shine;
So here she goes, and off we go
To Slumberland, old pipe of mine!

JOHN J. GORMLEY.





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