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Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...



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.





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