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Smoking Poems

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When 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.





Next: A POET'S PIPE.




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