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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

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

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



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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