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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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



WHAT I LIKE.








To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream,
Upon the grassy bank of some calm stream--
And smoke.

To climb with daring feet some rugged rock,
And sit aloft where gulls and curlews flock--
And smoke.

To wander lonely on the ocean's brink,
And of the good old times to muse and think--
And smoke.

To hide me in some deep and woody glen,
Far from unhealthy haunts of sordid men--
And smoke.

To linger in some fairy haunted vale,
While all about me falls the moonlight pale--
And smoke.

H.L.





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Previous: THOSE ASHES.



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