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

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

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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



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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