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My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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



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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