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My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...



OLD PIPE OF MINE.








Companion of my lonely hours,
Full many a time 'twixt night and morn
Thy muse hath roamed through poesy's bowers
Upon thy fragrant pinions borne.
Let others seek the bliss that reigns
In homage paid at beauty's shrine,
We envy not such foolish gains,
In sweet content, old pipe of mine.

Ah! you have been a travelled pipe;
But now, of course, you're getting stale,
Just like myself, and rather ripe;
You've had your fill of cakes and ale,
And half-forgotten memories, too.
And all the pensive thoughts that twine
Around a past that, _entre nous_,
Has pleasant been, old pipe of mine.

Old pipe of mine, for many a year
What boon companions we have been!
With here a smile and there a tear,
How many changes we have seen!
How many hearts have ceased to beat,
How many eyes have ceased to shine,
How many friends will never meet,
Since first we met, old pipe of mine!

Though here and there the road was deep,
And now and then the rain would fall;
We managed every time to keep
A sturdy forehead to them all!
And even when she left my side,
We didn't wait to fret or pine,
Oh, no; we said the world was wide,
And luck would turn, old pipe of mine!





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