Pipe and Pouch eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 142 pages of information about Pipe and Pouch.

Pipe and Pouch eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 142 pages of information about Pipe and Pouch.

  Those Ashes R.K.  Munkittrick 130
  Titlepage Dedication Anon. 44
  To an Old Pipe De Witt Sterry 43
  To a Pipe of Tobacco Gentleman’s Magazine 91
  Tobacco George Wither 86
  Tobacco Thomas Jones 151
  Tobacco is an Indian Weed From “Pills to Purge Melancholy"
          150
  Tobacco, some say Anon. 164
  To C.F.  Bradford James Russell Lowell 5
  To My Cigar Charles Sprague 62
  To My Cigar Friedrich Marc 165
  To My Meerschaum P.D.R. 82
  Too Great a Sacrifice Anon. 90
  To see her Pipe Awry C.F. 55
  To the Rev. Mr. Newton William Cowper 126
  To the Tobacco Pipe The Meteor, London 39
  True Leucothoe, The Anon. 129
  ’Twas off the Blue Canaries Joseph Warren Fabens 140
  Two other Hearts London Tobacco 73

V.

Valentine, A      Anon.      113
Virginia’s kingly Plant      Anon.      87
Virginia Tobacco      Stanley Gregson      31

W.

  Warning, A Arthur Lovell 124
  What I Like H.L. 131
  Winter Evening Hymn to My Fire, A James Russell Lowell
          105
  With Pipe and Book Richard Le Gallienne 1

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PIPE AND POUCH

* * * * *

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.

A POET’S PIPE.

FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE.

  A poet’s pipe am I,
  And my Abyssinian tint
  Is an unmistakable hint
  That he lays me not often by. 
  When his soul is with grief o’erworn
  I smoke like the cottage where
  They are cooking the evening fare
  For the laborer’s return.

  I enfold and cradle his soul
  In the vapors moving and blue
  That mount from my fiery mouth;
  And there is power in my bowl
  To charm his spirit and soothe,
  And heal his weariness too.

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