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The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...



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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