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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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



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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