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It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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



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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