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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, ...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...



SWEET SMOKING PIPE.








Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove,
Companion still of my retreat,
Thou dost my gloomy thoughts remove,
And purge my brain with gentle heat.

Tobacco, charmer of my mind,
When, like the meteor's transient gleam.
Thy substance gone to air I find,
I think, alas, my life's the same!

What else but lighted dust am I?
Then shew'st me what my fate will be;
And when thy sinking ashes die,
I learn that I must end like thee.

ANON.





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