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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...



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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