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

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...



THE HAPPY SMOKING-GROUND.








When that last pipe is smoked at last
And pouch and pipe put by,
And Smoked and Smoker both alike
In dust and ashes lie,
What of the Smoker? Whither passed?
Ah, will he smoke no more?
And will there be no golden cloud
Upon the golden shore?
Ah! who shall say we cry in vain
To Fate upon his hill,
For, howsoe'er we ask and ask,
He goes on smoking still.
But, surely, 'twere a bitter thing
If other men pursue
Their various earthly joys again
Beyond that distant blue,
If the poor Smoker might not ply
His peaceful passion too.
If Indian braves may still up there
On merry scalpings go,
And buried Britons rise again
With arrow and with bow,
May not the Smoker hope to take
His "cutty" from below?
So let us trust; and when at length
You lay me 'neath the yew,
Forget not, O my friends, I pray,
Pipes and tobacco too!

RICHARD LE GALLIENNE.





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