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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

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

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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



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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