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On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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



"A FREE PUFF."








Do you remember when first we met?
I was turning twenty--well! I don't forget
How I walked along,
Humming a song
Across the fields and down the lane
By the country road, and back again
To the dear old farm--three miles or more--
And brought you home from the village store.

Summer was passing--don't you recall
The splendid harvest we had that Fall,
And how when the Autumn died,--sober and brown,--
We trudged down the turnpike, and on to the town?

Sweet black brierwood pipe of mine!
If you were human you'd be half divine,
For when I've looked beyond the smoke, into your burning bowl
In times of need
You've been, indeed,
The only comfort, sweetest solace, of my overflowing soul.
We've been together nearly thirty years, old fellow!
And now, you must admit, we're both a trifle mellow.
We have had our share of joys and a deal of sorrows,
And while we're only waiting for a few more to-morrows,
Others will come, and others will go,
And Time will gather what Youth will sow;
But we together will go down the rough
Road to the end, and to the end--puff.

ARTHUR IRVING GRAY.





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