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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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



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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