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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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



KNICKERBOCKER.








Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker,
Help me sing of Knickerbocker!
Boughton, had you bid me chant
Hymns to Peter Stuyvesant,
Had you bid me sing of Wouter,
He, the onion head, the doubter!
But to rhyme of this one--Mocker!
Who shall rhyme to Knickerbocker?
Nay, but where my hand must fail,
There the more shall yours avail;
You shall take your brush and paint
All that ring of figures quaint,--
All those Rip Van Winkle jokers,
All those solid-looking smokers,
Pulling at their pipes of amber,
In the dark-beamed Council Chamber.

Only art like yours can touch
Shapes so dignified--and Dutch;
Only art like yours can show
How the pine logs gleam and glow,
Till the firelight laughs and passes
'Twixt the tankards and the glasses,
Touching with responsive graces
All those grave Batavian faces,
Making bland and beatific
All that session soporific.

Then I come and write beneath:
Boughton, he deserves the wreath;
He can give us form and hue--
This the Muse can never do!

AUSTIN DOBSON.





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Previous: TO MY CIGAR.



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