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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...



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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