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The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...



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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