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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...



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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