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To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

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

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



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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