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A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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



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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