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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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



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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