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Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...



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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