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The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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



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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