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The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

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

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

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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