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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...



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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