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In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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



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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