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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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



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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