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My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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 ...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...



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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