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

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...



"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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