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A Poet's Pipe.

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...


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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