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The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...



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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