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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

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

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...



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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