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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...



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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