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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...



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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