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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

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

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...



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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