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

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

Seasonable Sweets.

Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

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

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


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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