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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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



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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