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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...



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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