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A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...



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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