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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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



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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