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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...



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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