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

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...



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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