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

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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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