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The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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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