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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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



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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