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Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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



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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