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A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...



WITH PIPE AND BOOK.








With Pipe and Book at close of day,
Oh, what is sweeter, mortal, say?
It matters not what book on knee,
Old Izaak or the Odyssey,
It matters not meerschaum or clay.

And though one's eyes will dream astray,
And lips forget to sue or sway,
It is "enough to merely be,"
With Pipe and Book.

What though our modern skies be gray,
As bards aver, I will not pray
For "soothing Death" to succor me,
But ask this much, O Fate, of thee,
A little longer yet to stay
With Pipe and Book.

RICHARD LE GALLIENNE.





Next: A POET'S PIPE.




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