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Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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



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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