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How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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



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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