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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

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

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



IF I WERE KING.








If I were king, my pipe should be premier.
The skies of time and chance are seldom clear,
We would inform them all, with bland blue weather.
Delight alone would need to shed a tear,
For dream and deed should war no more together.

Art should aspire, yet ugliness be dear;
Beauty, the shaft, should speed with wit for feather;
And love, sweet love, should never fall to sere,
If I were king.

But politics should find no harbour near;
The Philistine should fear to slip his tether;
Tobacco should be duty free, and beer;
In fact, in room of this, the age of leather,
An age of gold all radiant should appear,
If I were king.

W.E. HENLEY.





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