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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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



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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