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My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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



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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