the Geese, and Other Fables of Bidpai,_ retold by Maude Barrows Button.] A Tortoise and two Geese lived together in a pond for many years. At last there came a drought and dried up the pond. Then the Geese said to one another,-- "We mu... Read more of THE TORTOISE AND THE GEESE at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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



TO MY MEERSCHAUM.








There's a charm in the sun-crested hills,
In the quivering light of a star,
In the flash of a silvery rill,
Yet to me thou art lovelier far,
My Meerschaum!

There's a love in her witching dark eye,
There's a love in her tresses at play,
Yet her love would be worth not a sigh,
If from thee she could lure me away,
My Meerschaum!

Let revellers sing of their wine,
As they toss it in ecstasy down,
But the bowl I call for is thine,
With its deepening amber and brown,
My Meerschaum!

For when trouble would bid me despair,
I call for a flagon of beer,
And puff a defiance to care,
Till sorrows in smoke disappear,
My Meerschaum!

Though mid pleasures unnumbered I whirl,
Though I traverse the billowy sea,
Yet the waving and beautiful curl
Of thy smoke's ever dearer to me,
My Meerschaum!

P.D.R.





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