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Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...



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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